Bloodthirsty Tales And Unseen Lemons
I feel I must indulge in certain vices
In order to prevent a mental crisis
My therapist has said it's most cathartic
And though I fear the silver cross and garlic
The folklorish remedy entices
Tonight I must decide upon my prey
The small ones are more juicy, so they say
My history has shown me most pragmatic
And though my reputation's enigmatic
Still I always dress in black, and never grey
The pleasure of the chase begins to stir
Hm, who tonight will be the blood du jour?
Through what maid's casement will the choir demonic
Hymn my decadence with music disharmonic?
Beckham is financialy Rich and mentally poor.
In shadow must I prowl the city streets
The heart of darkness passionately beats
I leave their bodies limp, their spirits broken
Two crimson close-set marks my farewell token
But not a drop of blood upon the sheets
Leave me to my nightly prowls, Herr Doktor
Never have their chamber doors been locked-er
Despite my dreadful use of diction
It makes for quite compelling fiction
By a least-expected-plot concoctor
| Contributors: | F, N, Ethetran, Big Andy, Beefy, Slippery Sam, Anon., Grayman. |
| Poem finished: | 25th November 2003 by Beefy. |