it seems cupid's clever arrow
has tricked my heart again
and I'm stupidly bewitched
with something I can never have.
He prowls in the dead of night,
where he goes follows no light,
and he tracked me down, captured my soul,
lay above my body and let lust take its toll
all the while believing I was only using him
as he used me.
But it's no wonder he went running
when he kissed me and felt that I felt something
I'm not afraid of his yellow eyed gaze,
or his wayward ways.
Instead, I long to stray along his side
into the alleys where demons hide,
I want to make love to him until the stars bid us goodbye,
I want to be the one to change his drifting life.
But he is not of the human race,
and I am left lingering in this place,
remembering those two hours of bliss we shared,
hating myself for being so unprepared