CAMELOT FANTASIES

HYPNOTIC DISGUISE

Hypnotic to the eyes, the undead do bereave.
The crimson tears, that have cried.
With new minds, that are conceived.
Disciplinary is the kind, capsulating is our time.
Thru history you will find, the drainage ov hearts prime.
Savory to our taste, the bite some will detest.
Silently laid to rest, when the heart is in it's haste.
Compelling our best, giving us our respite.
Shadows ov the night, come in for their silent bites.


Beautiful the bite my dear, savor the taste of the fear.