In the absolute stillness of night
I can hear that familiar whine
the annoying buzz and fuzz
disrupting my peace and work.
Craving for some cocktail blood
they attack, the small evil vampires.
They've grown more powerful now
those mighty little creatures from hell
and the toxic repellants aren't just enough.
They return with their eerie chorus,
the mega clan of winged vampires.
Sucking every bare skin that they find
whispering to me of their line behind.
Slapping one to death never stops the brawl
for there comes it's brothers for another war.
Quick as a flash they evade my strikes
they laugh and enjoy my hopeless sight.
Dancing on my feet clapping my hands,
as I try to shoo them away and their spite
they find ways to give their stingy love bites.
They hover over my head day and night.
Neither will I let the enemies feast on me,
nor will I give up without a proper fight.
For they want my blood and I want them dead!