The Vampire
Oh how I yearn for unblemished youth
The smell of innocence upon a child
The taste of salt on one so tender
As I go on that juicy bender
Of coppery blood untainted by time
Before the moment of death I stop my crime
More young memories to be filed
Then send him on his carefree way
-Rita
Oh how I yearn for unblemished youth
The smell of innocence upon a child
The taste of salt on one so tender
As I go on that juicy bender
Of coppery blood untainted by time
Before the moment of death I stop my crime
More young memories to be filed
Then send him on his carefree way
-Rita
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