Nighttime and endless pleasure.

Picture perfect innocence,
Is a disguise worn by us three demons.
Hand in hand with deadly smiles,
We wander through the late night parks.
Single file they come to see us,
Playing tricks upon the sleepers..
Screaming wildly in the cemetery,
Shall we wake the dead?
Laughing, kissing, loving killing,
Murder becomes an art.
Round and around we scream so loud,
Running all night long.
Looking for someone special to eat,
To fuck, to love and hypnotise.
It wouldn't be fun,
If we let them live.
We are so like them,
Sleeping in dirt.
Friends to the dead,
And killers of men.
Kiss her baby,
Taste her blood.
Fuck her baby,
Make her come.
Truly, cruelly,
Nighttime murders are such fun.