Everyday life is heavy and cold.
I work all day long, and do as I’m told.
After sun down, my freedom sets in.
This is when Nosferatu’s life begins.
Everything changes as I take a toke.
Nosferatu appears in a cloud of smoke.
My eyes turn red, and my teeth are revealed.
A grin on my face as my pain is concealed.
I race through my mind unconstrained by any rule.
A genius I feel, as I speak like a fool.
I feast on the life of my target knowing,
The victim is me, as my future stops growing.
The night becomes late, and my thoughts are still strong
I realize sleep is lost, and my actions were wrong.
Closing my eyes, I wish this curse away.
Nosferatu will sleep to return another day.
Written by Mr. Ripplestone July 2005