There’s a bright red gush from out of that girl tonight—
The mouth on that churl gives a leeching wound,
A sucker of blood;
He’s got teeth; they’re keen.

It’s a gruesome buss, then her body is more light,
Yes, her body’s svelte ’cause she’s freed of blood.
They’re honed and they bite.

She’s bitten; her carotid streams,
Flowing chow that he swills, sips to extremes;
He ignores her screams.
Her moaning sounds stream in his ear;
Oblivious, he swigs with cheer—
He glugs juice, now her neck is severed.

There’s a spritely gush from out of that girl tonight;
He chows down, that churl gives a leeching wound—
A lover of blood.

Suck-suck-suck. . . .

He’s licking her carotid; reams
Of gore chow that upwell, into him stream
While his hot breath steams.
Her moaning sounds he’ll no more hear.
When she’s undead, up will she rear
To glug juice; they’ll both live forever. . .

Make them die, you must go into their world, daylight.
This guy and his girl. . .in a stake you thrust;
You’ll have stalled their bloodlust;
Lushes all done—they’re dust.
Bust!