CAMELOT FANTASIES

Hunting My Lifes Fame, Loneliness is Not to Blame. Cursed Many Years Ago, People DO Not Know, ov the Truth that We hold. Beautiful I Feel, ov the Moments that I Reel. With Crimson Tastes to Fulfill, I Confess I Miss The Human Feel. To Turn Someone, Would not be Kind. Luv is Not Blind. Would He Want, to Taste or Feel, What is so Surreal. I Think Not,  He Has a Soul. I Feel, I Hurt, I Want to be kind. To Remind, I Have no Soul , No Limitations to My Control, but I Think i Do Have a Soul. I want  to Turn Him, I Would Luv Sinking My Teeth into His Skin, to Drain Him Dry, Would be my Sin. I am Madly in Luv with Him. Serenity I Do Cry, Luving is My Crime. Crimson Tears to Die. Loneliness I Cry.