a night like this
you scared me, she said
i should’ve known better, i should’ve known it could only be you
silly, silly, me… i got really scared
on a night like this, i get nervous at the first “boo!”
or at the wood creaking under the weight of your feet
funny how things happen, don’t you think?
on any other night, i’d stay in bed if someone screamed
but tonight, i’d probably hide under the sink
on a night like this, i get nervous at the sign of blood
whereas any other night, i’d probably have a sip
funny how things happen, don’t you think?
a girl like me, trapped in this deliciously ghoulish world
scared by you, a simple mortal, a simple soul
dressed in old clothes, painted face and fake fangs
i feel your temperature, you’re not even cold
but somehow there’s something in you that makes me…
uneasy?
fragile?
vulnerable?
i don’t exactly know which word she was going to use
i didn’t let her finish, i had something to do
i scared her right there and then
i had had enough of her
on a night like this, no one pays much attention
to another person screaming, to another trick
on a night like this, no one feels as much tension
as a girl like her living at night, behaving like a freak
funny how things happen, don’t you think?
there is so much that a man can stand
but when his only friend dies at the hands of a vampire
a silver bullet needs to be fired
right at where her heart should be
right at where all her sins lie
i feel her last breath as i hold her hand
fragile
vulnerable
vampire
francisco j. brenes
october 4, 2006
you scared me, she said
i should’ve known better, i should’ve known it could only be you
silly, silly, me… i got really scared
on a night like this, i get nervous at the first “boo!”
or at the wood creaking under the weight of your feet
funny how things happen, don’t you think?
on any other night, i’d stay in bed if someone screamed
but tonight, i’d probably hide under the sink
on a night like this, i get nervous at the sign of blood
whereas any other night, i’d probably have a sip
funny how things happen, don’t you think?
a girl like me, trapped in this deliciously ghoulish world
scared by you, a simple mortal, a simple soul
dressed in old clothes, painted face and fake fangs
i feel your temperature, you’re not even cold
but somehow there’s something in you that makes me…
uneasy?
fragile?
vulnerable?
i don’t exactly know which word she was going to use
i didn’t let her finish, i had something to do
i scared her right there and then
i had had enough of her
on a night like this, no one pays much attention
to another person screaming, to another trick
on a night like this, no one feels as much tension
as a girl like her living at night, behaving like a freak
funny how things happen, don’t you think?
there is so much that a man can stand
but when his only friend dies at the hands of a vampire
a silver bullet needs to be fired
right at where her heart should be
right at where all her sins lie
i feel her last breath as i hold her hand
fragile
vulnerable
vampire
francisco j. brenes
october 4, 2006
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