Son of Dracula

SON OF DRACULA

I don’t know—

What do I know?

What’s the sense of knowing—

I know nothing, my dears

I don’t know who I am—

Other than I’m just  a Vampire

I was born Dracula-esque—

All I can do is SUCK

Suck, flit and swish—

Innate faggotry I suppose

But what do I know?—

What’s the use of knowing?

Knowing oneself is such a drag—

Who really cares anyway?

What difference does it make?—

Cognito ergo Suck