The Vampire

Here is one from the binder I found today. This was written by myself and my good friend Brad Jordan. Not a song really, more of a poem.


The Vampire

Here he comes down the hall
Silently creeping against the wall
His body is slender and tall
Silently creeping down the hall

Slowly he walks toward your bed
Wondering what dreams run through your head
Thirsty is this lover of dead
Sleep tight dear child, it’s all in your head

You hear a tapping at the door
Could it be the wind and nothing more?
Then you see the shadow on the floor
You do not think it is the wind anymore

As the tapping gets louder, your heart starts to pound
You lay in your bed, not making a sound
You stare silently at his shadow on the ground
Your time has come, it is you he has found

The door opens, and he steps inside
You still lay quietly, with your eyes open wide
Your body is frozen, you couldn’t move if you tried
It is too late now, you have nowhere to hide

He searches your neck, looking for the vein
His bite is quick, you do not strain
His eyes fill with wonder as your blood drains
Your body falls limp, you feel no pain

He smiles happily when he is done
His thirst is quenched, he’s had his fun
But now he and you have become one
Your life as a vampire has now begun

Here you come down the hall,
Silently creeping against the wall
Your body is slender and tall
Silently creeping down my hall