I walk in the shadows
I bath in the night
Though chaos surounds be
It gives me delight
Thousands of moons
I have lived to see
The blood in your viens
Is like any other to me
Just another face
In an endless sea
Your life has little
value to me
Here are the pages
Written in blood
A poem so dark
your viens fill with mud
I am the vampire
I live in your soul
You are my prey
Its beyond your controll
---Averett Krysif, In Dusk
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