A creature like fellow, brought back from the dead.
Blood is his meal, or maybe your head.
He loves to see the red water run dry.
On your finger, your arms or maybe your thigh.
He fought in the war, and lost all his family he loved.
Living day to day alone, was not enough.
His mom.was his hero, she talked in his mind.
Lost everything and probably went blind.
Now out of his comfort zone, he cries in so much pain.
Living daily, and going in sain.
From his imagination, he brings back his friends.
It's time he was locked up, or maybe his end.
©terrylin53
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