What if I hunted on my own?
What if I slipped into the shadows tonight
and found the sweet relief I need
in the blood of a daywalker?
She wouldn't have to know,
my wolf.
Or would she smell
the delicious scent?
Taste the richness
of the stolen drink on my lips?
Is there no way
to hide this indiscretion
from her?
Is there no way
to satisfy my thirst?
Is there no way
to turn off the craving?
Poweful, so powerful.
I cannot think.
My tongue glides along my fangs,
grown long in just my fantasizing
of sipping blood.
I must stay true
to the pact.
I must stay true
to my wolf.
I must deny
my singular wish
to quiet the raging monster
beneath my ever cold flesh.
~Drake
What if I slipped into the shadows tonight
and found the sweet relief I need
in the blood of a daywalker?
She wouldn't have to know,
my wolf.
Or would she smell
the delicious scent?
Taste the richness
of the stolen drink on my lips?
Is there no way
to hide this indiscretion
from her?
Is there no way
to satisfy my thirst?
Is there no way
to turn off the craving?
Poweful, so powerful.
I cannot think.
My tongue glides along my fangs,
grown long in just my fantasizing
of sipping blood.
I must stay true
to the pact.
I must stay true
to my wolf.
I must deny
my singular wish
to quiet the raging monster
beneath my ever cold flesh.
~Drake