As long as I can remember,
My body thirsted for the life source
Of the humans around me,
The red essence that they take for granted
No one knew of my secret desire
The thing that I always longed for
Havent yet figured out
How i can get by on another source.
To live is to die
To hunt is to be the prey
Once my life can be over,
The reign of terror can no longer hold
No religion can save me
No deity to pray to.
Dont get it wrong,
The sex can be great too.
With no religion to follow
Or rules to guide me,
Evolution rules my days
And hunting guides my sight
Thus is the life of a vampire
The life of who i never was
Die at dawn,
Or use blood to survive
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