Two fangs like straws dig in
The red menace now begins,
The night falls, roses die
In the pleasure of the night,
The light deceives the dark
Like a beating, piercing heart,
As the soul ushers on
It turns to dust in the sun.

A darkened and vampiric world; no light
Suffering torment of unending time,
Haunted by the wraiths of two hundred lives
As I feed, I see horror fill their eyes.

This back street… Where I hide
It’s the alley where I died,
Awaiting your footsteps
Lunge! And latch onto your neck.
Siphoning out the blood
Enamored in crimson floods
I cast your corpse aside
As I stride into the night.

Demonic, frozen, talons dig within
Removing that too which I feel akin,
My soul departs; it’s lost upon the wind
Becoming, blood burdened, walking in sin.
27/07/08 ADO

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