Looking for my next bite,
tonight I must feed before it's daylight,
once a warm life in the sunlight,
now I'm that cold dark of the midnight
with my prey stuck in my sight,
this one is going to be my delight that warms my night,
with blood that runs like a shaked sprite,
In a blink it's too late to move, scream
or think with blood like spill ink on her pink mink,
when i sink these teeths for a drink,
the warm embraced that i taste when her
heart starts to race,
with blood as red as tomato paste, squeezed from her neck like toothpaste after just one taste,
sweetened form the chace with fright left on her face,
its another human waste got placed
on showcased with no blood trace.
©darko-dark
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