Lyrics To Kill The Bliss Of Heart-throbs
Her tortured lip was dripping blood
(Although it really looked like mud)
She lay there, still, with vacant eyes
Until the sun began to rise
And melt her frozen alibis
Her ragged dress, her worn out shoes
Surely these were vital clues?
But none would stop to lend a hand
Until she happened, in The Strand
To light upon a one man band
Her halting shuffle caught his eyes
And stemmed the flow of heady sighs
He touched her arm. "Excuse me, miss"
"Tell me what the matter is"
Upon his cheek she placed a kiss
Upon his throat she placed a fang
Then on his back she deftly sprang
He screamed, and tried to reach a stake
But grabbed instead a garden rake
Too late! - Her thirst his blood did slake
Contributors: | N, Apsley, F, Roland, Beefy, (possibly trad), loaf, Ethetran. |
Poem finished: | 18th December 2003 by Anon.. |