A Glampire!
As disturbing as a funeral pyre.

Wandering along the roads
In the nights, ******* lives by loads
With no care for any codes

Beauty she was
Now, she is as beautiful as a sin
Tempting men with her charms, and forms
They fell for her in flocks

Lured them into the woods
Made them sit under the hoods
Hugged them one by one
Tucked them into her pocket
And few of them in her locket

Glampire!
Blood it was she want
She is as beautiful as a sin
'Twas the weapon she uses to win
Against the self-control of many a man
Aha! La Belle Dame Sans Merci

Joy is a
drug,
and I
can't buy it.
More glamorous than
any amount
of *******
but more available
than a breath
of fresh air.
Smiles are
easier to break
than an
Anorexics bones.
Snap,
frowning faces
begin to walk
their steady pace
of
birth to coffin.

Once upon a golden day
They led me to where thy layst
In all thine splendour, fire and might
An angel did then cloud my sight
O enchantress, what sayst thou?
Your sight, it dost put a glamour on me
Behind thine eyes of ebony
What colors doth thou see?
Clench my throat in thy marble hand
Steal my soul
My heart
My mind
In thy cloak of conium and chamomile
What is they purpose? O sweet angel?

The glamour and glistening, the perfect touch,
the sound of applause at the runway strut.
The cloths the fashion, I love it all,
my favorite past time; the shopping mall.
when I go out into the light,
my looks tern heads. oh what a plight.