As Smoke Drifts Across the Sky

As smoke drifts across the sky,
Darkness stalks me, and by and by,
The blood that’s dripping down his chest
Is pooling whilst I drink the rest.

And now it’s dribbling down my fangs,
The thickness of it, the smoothness and
The sweetness of its taste until
It courses through me, and he is killed.

My dress is torn, my heart ripped out,
And I know that without a doubt,
When morning comes, the day then breaking,
I’ll know how much I have been faking,

For it is Halloween and I
Stand here under the smoky sky,
The darkness stalks me, a Vampire I’m not;
Just a girl dressed up and stained with blood.