Night Walker
Night Walker
I've long to be a creature of the night.
Sworn to darkness to never again see light.
I often wondered what it would be; to see in side others minds.
The fears of death, a sexual hunger are those some of things I might find?
I want to be a sexual demon a lustful stud.
As I bite you on your thigh to drain you of your blood.
My eyes can be alluring and insightful. My gentlemen like demeanor, and my sophisticated cool.
I want to never grow old and die. I want to find other creatures of the night such as I.
We can have great orgies of blood. Would I be without remorse? Can I forever live without love?
Never again to see the light of day, or the sunrise.
Only prowling through the streets where the shadows lie.
The sensuality of it all seems very pleasing.
To go through life with no contemplating, no worries of reasoning.
So the lust for it all seems very sane.
To live forever, to never worry of death again.
Come with me to walk with the dead.
Free your spirits, remove the worries of life from your head
Michael Browning
I've long to be a creature of the night.
Sworn to darkness to never again see light.
I often wondered what it would be; to see in side others minds.
The fears of death, a sexual hunger are those some of things I might find?
I want to be a sexual demon a lustful stud.
As I bite you on your thigh to drain you of your blood.
My eyes can be alluring and insightful. My gentlemen like demeanor, and my sophisticated cool.
I want to never grow old and die. I want to find other creatures of the night such as I.
We can have great orgies of blood. Would I be without remorse? Can I forever live without love?
Never again to see the light of day, or the sunrise.
Only prowling through the streets where the shadows lie.
The sensuality of it all seems very pleasing.
To go through life with no contemplating, no worries of reasoning.
So the lust for it all seems very sane.
To live forever, to never worry of death again.
Come with me to walk with the dead.
Free your spirits, remove the worries of life from your head
Michael Browning
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