Vampire
Blood under my fingertips
Satisfaction on my lips
Blood drips from the tips
A little blood smeared on my lips
Blood glints off my teeth
Death rises from beneath
My desire rises until I'm about to burst
I can't stand to restrain from the thirst
I need to live, to feed, to take, and its all a must
Not a will, but at the need, I was made to destroy trust
I don't care, no need to care, nothing new
Dried blood blends with my eyes
I lay to rest for the days to come for more lies
My head hurts and my heart will always ram
As I wish there was more to what I am
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