I never thought I would live
In a horror story about you and I

Call me stupid but I don't really care
I always wanted a fairytale, a happy ending

They only know bits of truth about us
But just like always the blame is on the girl

No one really cares to know about the culprit
It was the victim's fault to enter the haunted house

Dust and spider webs covered the interior
Not as magnificent as it looked from the outside

Soon you entered into the house and lured me
Suddenly, I found your fangs sinking into my skin

They thought it came to the end after that night
That the vampire had finally become satisfied

I watched him do the same to other girls
As I silently choked myself with my own tears

I never died, I wasn't living; I was just a spirit
Whose cries were never heard to the living world

And, even now, that night is still haunting me
As I write this poem about my haunted love