I was just taking a short cut. I’m gonna lick my hands to hold what’s been dripping from these glands, into this cursed man. I’d love to drink in the Sacramento sunshine.
I was driving grandma’s short bus, with a thermos full of hares blood. I bought a .22 and wrapped it just for you. Right around my hand to make this stand come true.
I needed to scrape their veins, to make my ichor change from seething caustic pain. Vamp is a word that’s lame, but you yes you do make this hunger seep right through.
Killing birds right there behind them. I didn’t know the blood I was shaving. Send me home to mom and dad, I’ll list all the friends I had and why they had to leave so very soon.
Now there’s signs at all the pet stores. I ran out of lies to get more. I swear they met no harm, I had to shoot them in my arm. Cause if I don’t my heart would shrink away.
I needed to scrape their veins, to make my ichor change from seething caustic pain. Vamp is a word that’s lame, but you yes you do make this hunger seep right through.
They caught my box and me at the front door. I was sentenced to gas fun no more. Found in the first degree, no insanity plea, to wish drag away it’s time I paid that cost.
Now a shitty prison Christmas. Though tucked away is the time to change this. My final meal was pills. I’d have preferred David’s spills, and now I’m here to drift into the night.
