That Night
That Night...
Everything seems foggy still.
Those people in the park, where they real?
When I saw there souls beat, I began to thirst.
This strange feeling inside began to burst.
My flesh ran scorching hot.
Feelings of humanity felt to rot.
The urge to feed was over whelming.
Then I heard this screeching screaming.
Their souls bleed for us to feed, is all I could think.
The screaming stopped as I began to drink.
The sound of a gun rang out.
Before I hit the ground I woke up shaking about.
To this day I remember that night.
Sometimes I wonder did I really take that bite.
Willie Clyde Williams III
Everything seems foggy still.
Those people in the park, where they real?
When I saw there souls beat, I began to thirst.
This strange feeling inside began to burst.
My flesh ran scorching hot.
Feelings of humanity felt to rot.
The urge to feed was over whelming.
Then I heard this screeching screaming.
Their souls bleed for us to feed, is all I could think.
The screaming stopped as I began to drink.
The sound of a gun rang out.
Before I hit the ground I woke up shaking about.
To this day I remember that night.
Sometimes I wonder did I really take that bite.
Willie Clyde Williams III
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