I got lost in Northern valley of dreams
In the dark hour, Hell after midnight
Mysterious place where He has built his empire
Once more I could hold his soul so tight
Shake of hands was lost and stolen
By gracious manner of one special vampire
His adorable lips on my fatal hand
Pink feathers and rose petals expand
Every my cell can feel this gentle touch
His pale skin like mild sandpaper
Is dancing tango on my tender hand
His dark messy hair so close to my skin
Falling slowly along his scarred neck
He is like a magnetic phenomenon
The closer I get the more I realize
There’s no escape, no way back
One touch and I’m close to stick
His attract ability is my crack and
I’m lost in eternity of his glamour
His polite manner makes me stand
And listen to the horror of his life
I can still see the sea of melancholy
In his mysterious eyes, so magnificent blue
With white pearls of tears that are so rife.
He doesn’t need to say a word I can read
His eyes and lips like book of goth’n’roll
His majesty welcomes to discover, to enter
The gothic church of his empathy and soul
His enduring grace takes my heart
To the mental trip, into its cold embrace
When our eyes meet, there’s magical ray
Between the souls of our flashing grace
I’ll bosom this story in the blanket of that night
His empire that he has built will never break down!
When I look at the moon and the stars in the sky
I remember the illumination of his lovely eyes
The longing is too real, his scent is buried within me
I feel the way it flies hunting me each night
Midnight sounds like a dark melody for me
It leads me to the island of hopes and dreams
All I see is a picture of you,
My mister Vampire King of Hell!
© by DANA 2004 |