The Stalker


The Stalker
I am asleep, I have yet to wake to this world

Shadows of the night-now-past rule my mind and soul

Yet the rain penetrates my heart, firmly grabs hold

Coldness flows into my veins, my blood is drained whole

Blesséd are the meek who know how to take abuse

Blesséd are the blind who can’t see the world’s dark ways

Blesséd are the deaf who hear not screams of the muse

Curse her, for she cries from the rain drenched alleyways

A vamp who stalks the underdark of the city

An assassin of the heart who targets grown men

You’ll know her by her red and white cape, she’s pretty

A black lioness in the flesh of a woman

She crawled into bed with me last night, stole my sleep

My blood is cold, my soul is taking a new leap.

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