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He's handsome monster by the nature,
But love exposed his pure heart.
He's nothing, but the evil, it's his feature
That covers up the gentle inner part.
That twilight time that makes me brooding,
It's so romantic, don't you think?
That mystic night that makes me moody,
One needs to break these stable links.
I'm reveling into the fire,
The fire of pain and other things.
When twilight is, I have desire
To taste your blood and cut the wings.
I can't do anything to stop it,
The darkness is obsessing me.
I'm trying to shake it, but what's the point?
It feels like demon woke up inside of me.
I'm getting high and feel it's here,
I'm not myself from now on.
It just possessed me, did that clear
And now it dwells inside and turns my feelings on.
I want to taste forbidden fruit,
Just sink my teeth into your throat,
To take a bite and sense your scent
And feel drops of blood flowing down in my own throat.
Unknown power's resisting me,
I've never had such sense before.
It shuts my wishes off of me,
It makes my mind clear;
can swear I don't mean to hurt you anymore.
I'm not myself, I'm different now.
What feelings do I have to you?
I'll do no harm, you got me drowned
Into the deep of love to you.
I feel I'm utterly refreshed,
You're currently the one for me.
I'd even say I'm almost crashed
By light and pain you give to me.
I fight starvation every hour,
You know my nature's full of dark,
But loving you, I'll get a power,
Although I'm dreaming of your blood to suck.
You love the monster, that's like desire.
It's twilight now, my thoughts are in a mess,
You're human girl, I am a vampire,
Love's quite a weird thing, I guess.
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