The Undead

Well Venus was in Pisces the night

I walked the dark streets of Moscow

With three dark Gothic men from

The deep city’s' underground...they

Led me to a chamber where the

High Priest still had blood on his

Lips from the two young girls that

Now lay lifeless in his big black

Velvet bed...he motions his

Loyal patrons to leave us and without

A sound they remove the bodies of

The damned and motions me to

Sit down...I bit my lip 'til the blood

Ran down my chin then before I

Knew what had happened we

Were in his bed and his teeth had

Pierced my neck...it was erotic

And intoxicating, drifting in and

Out of my head, drunk on ecstasy

On the brink of death...I could feel

My body dying and my spirit

Rising to join the other side

He pulled me back by slitting

His wrist and making me drink

Of his blood...I guess he just wanted

A new plaything to join his ancient

Coven and so now I am neither

Alive or dead...I am of the

Undead!