See me standing stong and proud.
Life is black a dark storm cloud.
See my faults and my mistakes.
Watch as I turn, now your the fake.
I see your eyes, they're wide with pain.
Gazing through them is your distain.
I close my eyes, the deed is done.
Open and wonder where this corpse is from
I poke, I prod, and then I taste.
I shake my head, at all this waste.
The blood is sweet and dark, and red.
This one I know was not long dead.
I lift my eyes and gaze at the moon.
It's almost gone, the day is soon.
I leap, I fly, and then I soar.
And fall on another with a roar.
Her blood is wrong bitter, and cold.
I pause, a girl, pretty, not old.
I stand to speak, to utter the curse.
The night overwhelms her as she starts to nurse.
My dark blak blood flows through her veins.
Soaking up her all and any pains.
Now she's like me a child of the night.
The sun's almost up she jumps in fright.
At the coming of like she follows my trail.
fog matching skin, showing the pale.
We sleep through the day, and habit the night
spreading the message of fear and of blight.
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