Misery Signals Your Demise I took the four walls of your bedroom and painted them in black Covered up the red just like a fuckin heart attack Now send me down and sing me to sleep Darlin, just ignore the stories They aint for you or me Now send me down and sing me to death While i wake from this nightmare and pray for one more breath You dug a hole so deep it couldve taken half the town Not sure I wanna sleep in there but im sure you’ll push me down Now send me down and sing me to sleep Darlin, just ignore the stories They aint for you or me Now send me down and sing me to death While i wake from this nightmare and pray for one more breath This mortality you granted me isnt working anymore I know I often fault you but I fear i will once more, I dont believe, I ever will but I cant be so sure This cold blood running through my veins has gone stale forever more. Now send me down and sing me to sleep Darlin, just ignore the stories They aint for you or me Now send me down and sing me to death While i wake from this nightmare and pray for one more breath
The End of Me Though the initial intrusion was not as calm or infatuating as I recall to have hoped for, the shock soon gave way to lust. Lust in it's most carnal form. A lust drawn from deep within a cavern of my heart long since forgotten, or perhaps not known to me at all. I tried to reciprocate, but sense failed my limbs; as if the command of movement had gone completely unnoticed. As lust gave way to desire - the desire to live - my lips gave way to immediate thought, the last one I would ever have- "idiot, you've gone too deep!". She withdrew, realising her error and lay me to rest. - A Vampire's Kiss: much like a Glasgow Kiss, in that it's deadly and not at all romantic, but with sexier outfits.