Blood Sucker
Posted November 4, 2007
The iron taste of blood sucked fresh from your body
left dry on the wooden floor
Your breath escaping through the cracks
Awakening the damned and dead
To roam the earth
Their eyes, wide and set on their prey
Your razor sharp fangs grow out
Your reflection hidden
Among the blood thirsty you'll massacre the innocent
Draining their souls
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