Vampire

The blood that pumps
in my veins
That sustains my life,
feeds my brains

The blood is stolen
from others like you
I see the morning
with its dew

Does my story offend you?

I am dead
yet I live on
What was my soul
is long gone

The death
you'll soon feel
has left me
for this unholy deal:

If I kill,
I will live for
yet
one
more

night.

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