The vampire has needs

See the silky blue epitaph across the evening sky, soon to be clouded by twilight within this spirits sigh

A little song I’m singing, about my life back there within the foreclosures of my mind it is better there

My existence is with darkness; my capacity for light is dead

I can no longer withstand the sun, my coffin is my bed

I will walk with strangers and know them well, like friends

But they will never know me, for their life I’ll bring to end

I do this very casually, like the beating heart

I’ll take their lives so swiftly, and tear their families apart

Through grief, if they’re loved

And I’m sorry for their pain

But I need my refreshments, and I’ll do it all again

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