
all the pretty young vampires
and some even old —
lurking in the shadows
vying for ways to avoid sun
i wish my finger were a gun
that blasted away the scrims
these bloodsuckers hide
themselves behind and
daylight their pestilence away

all the pretty young vampires
and some even old —
lurking in the shadows
vying for ways to avoid sun
i wish my finger were a gun
that blasted away the scrims
these bloodsuckers hide
themselves behind and
daylight their pestilence away
