A child of the night is born
He sucks on my neck,
It feels so great.
A feeling of ecstasy that none could make.
He stops for a moment, tells me to wait,
Standing there as if deciding my fate.
He smiles, teeth look like sickles,
Cuts his wrist, blood trickles.
Raising his wrist he tells me to drink,
I do because I can't think.
Blood fills my mouth, so warm and tasty,
I drink more urgently, but he says, 'don't be hasty.'
I pull away, my senses soar,
Feeling so fresh, that I want more.
I tell him this, and he grins,
He says, 'I know, so let's begin.'
We go away into the night,
Creeping around in the moonlight.
Looking for sufficient prey,
A child of the night was born today.