You did not show your nails, till it was to late
did not show those deadly fangs, till after I took the bate.
For such a lovely woman, you have the darkest side
although under your spell I am, I think I'd rather die.
Some may want to live forever, and be the thing you are
but I would rather die this day, then share your life of gore.
So let me go this day I beg, to live the life I need
to worry not of lifeless times or on who I'd have to feed.