mitchell heron

An Immortal Curse

I hide inside the shawdow of the night time
My soul is kept by the devil in hell
waiting for you, so your life becomes mine
I'm satan's best friend, unleshed by the spell

I'll thrive on your blood that drips from your skin
I'll blind your face of changes i've made
I'll do it everynight, but scared within
I once was like you, until anther came

A chilling sensation running down my lips
Witnesses won't know how to describe me
Ending in violence of little sips
I am immortal, i've never to bleed

When the sun arrives, I hide somewhere dark
I'll find...