When standing naked before thee, why dost thou only see my sex? Your outstanding crooked ways before me -- causes much perplex. Baring my soul I stand undressed; alone in this world I consider myself pressed. Devils in my eye haunt –- pursue; people at my side taunt – my actions turn askew!
Bereaved I am standing naked in your sight.
Perceived I am as a monster of the night.
Poison flows through the veins of my body; cannot escape the venom I embody. Dying under a sunless sky I wither away; darkness comes to steal, kill –- toward decay –- toward decay I go without array. Gray is the path set before me -- death’s way. Without color stands a gift –- my bouquet; my bouquet sent from them whom deny for me a soiree. A creature of the undead is I; do not fret my dear –- take your sigh. For who or what I am there is no why; old at your side know I could never die. Speaking I come without beguile; for I always tell the truth, even if I lie. Yet, you listen not to me; persisting you insist I make my way to thee. Dost thou part of the dead wish to be? Or perhaps a corpse thou wish to be for me?
Run, run and no more come down my path; down this road many have felt my fury –- my wrath.
Standing naked I offer my cries in solace.
Standing naked I die like William Wallace.
A last kiss cannot be so; hurry my love -- don’t look back as you go – for piercing fangs shall bring a great blow. On the morrow thou shall thank this pale Vampyre; on the morrow in your dreams I shall be admired.
Take with you the love I have shown; remember the dark embraces I have sown –- for from this day forward, thou shall no longer come before my throne.
Standing naked I no longer can.
Standing dressed is greater than...
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