The Undead
Well Venus was in Pisces the night
I walked the dark streets of Moscow
With three dark Gothic men from
The deep city’s' underground...they
Led me to a chamber where the
High Priest still had blood on his
Lips from the two young girls that
Now lay lifeless in his big black
Velvet bed...he motions his
Loyal patrons to leave us and without
A sound they remove the bodies of
The damned and motions me to
Sit down...I bit my lip 'til the blood
Ran down my chin then before I
Knew what had happened we
Were in his bed and his teeth had
Pierced my neck...it was erotic
And intoxicating, drifting in and
Out of my head, drunk on ecstasy
On the brink of death...I could feel
My body dying and my spirit
Rising to join the other side
He pulled me back by slitting
His wrist and making me drink
Of his blood...I guess he just wanted
A new plaything to join his ancient
Coven and so now I am neither
Alive or dead...I am of the
Undead!
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