Oh, Emily

Her dress looks lovely on her waist Her hair are brushed, white gloves are on And so her necklace, earrings, (a) fan in hand to flaunt Her crystal shoes hide her toes She’s done with makeup and perfume. It’s almost twelve To not being late she rushes downstairs to the hall Behind the massive door he stands. She’s coming closer in his hands Oh, Emily, a girl who keeps her virgin heart within Though she’s having good times dancing with her whitehaired prince While guests have something to disguise The fire burns inside their eyes Red drops fall from their chins Carnival masks hide pale skins And predator sights They whisper in their pointed ears As their hunger increases Their smiles expose long fangs Reflections show she’s all alone Though she can’t notice that being blind of The moment she’s being waiting for so long And nothing can go wrong But she’s not worried at all In half an hour diner bell Will invite guests take their seats But meanwhile they correct White wigs on their hairless head She’s having great time with the prince They dance together in the pit He urges to taste skin of her neck And hardly can control himself She closes her eyes ensured he’s closing to her lips But suddenly he pierces through her skin with his teeth Crimson color saturates her whole white dress It won’t be death to come next