Blood Count
Do you hear that creaking on the stair?
Have you ever wondered if there’s anyone there?
Well let me tell you, yes there is
And not what you want for a goodnight kiss.
I am your worst nightmare
I am the thing that you fear most
I am malevolence personified
I am the Blood Count
Bow down before me my minions
Submit to me your every desire
I demand from you your total submission
And I’ll take you down into inferno’s quagmire
I am your Jack the Ripper
I am the psychopath lurking in the shadows
I am your twisted sister
I am the Blood Count
I won’t take no for an answer
I’ll crawl through your mind and steal your soul
You may think of me as a pleasure enhancer
You want to live a life of rock and roll?
I am your Frankenstein monster
I am the whisper of the guillotine
I am the sympathy for the devil
I am the Blood Count.
I am addiction
I am perverse
I am affliction
Or the converse
I am confusion
I am base tempter
I am delusion
I am the Blood Count.
©Michael Birchmore 2013
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