Don’t be a martyr to your pain dear
It’s not a pretty sight
No awards will be granted to you
You are just a nuisance to the night
A necessary consumption, though indeed you’re inconvenient
The blood sustains immortals I suppose we must be lenient?
I see samples from your neck; do not dare to stain my frock
I can’t stay up all night cleaning; I have to watch the clock
For when the cock crows it won’t be pretty
And I for one should know
That the sunlight isn’t friendly, it really is a foe
But do you need to grumble and whimper and then die?
Why can’t you live forever, like a continuous supply?
Hah, I suppose you could if I let you
But then you’d compete with me
I do not like to share my food, I eat it completely
Oh there you go, softer you cry
Your life is fading well
I just wished the other ones won’t scream at first, it’s Hell
It gets tedious when you know, how each and every one of you will go
But I need your blood its true, yes, I should know
How lonely the night is now you have to go