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Bloodseeker
Once again I'm on the prowl
Slinking swiftly through the shadows
I release a fearsome howl
Pierce from my fangs won't be shallow
I have a drink before I sink
Into darkness, still ravenous
Don't even blink, best not to think
Driven by will, this need to kill
This urge to feed, not mourn or grieve
For loss of life, thus is the tithe
That they must pay for all the ways
They've kept us down, hiding underground
Now no more will we remain lore
It's come time to settle the score
We'll leave a wake of blood and gore
When we come knocking at your door
You'll be drained lifeless to the core
An empty shell no metaphor
A gentle rap heard at your window
You lift your head from your pillow
Stretch and take a look around
Yawning, you hear no more sound
Before you can return to dream
Your yawn turns into stifled scream
Thud, as your body hits the floor
Sense a small figure round the corner
Look up to see eyes wide with horror
Her mouth agape, I rush before her
Cry comes out, her throat now spouts
Delicious, possessing and intoxicating crimson
Lost in ecstasy in all this blood that I am rinsing
Writhing in a puddle, feeling higher than an eagle
Soaring far above the rubble of my soul twisted and feeble
Nothing can resuscitate me from this drunken and crazed state
Except the promise of a taste
I'll make haste, let none go to waste
Slinking swiftly through the shadows
I release a fearsome howl
Pierce from my fangs won't be shallow
I have a drink before I sink
Into darkness, still ravenous
Don't even blink, best not to think
Driven by will, this need to kill
This urge to feed, not mourn or grieve
For loss of life, thus is the tithe
That they must pay for all the ways
They've kept us down, hiding underground
Now no more will we remain lore
It's come time to settle the score
We'll leave a wake of blood and gore
When we come knocking at your door
You'll be drained lifeless to the core
An empty shell no metaphor
A gentle rap heard at your window
You lift your head from your pillow
Stretch and take a look around
Yawning, you hear no more sound
Before you can return to dream
Your yawn turns into stifled scream
Thud, as your body hits the floor
Sense a small figure round the corner
Look up to see eyes wide with horror
Her mouth agape, I rush before her
Cry comes out, her throat now spouts
Delicious, possessing and intoxicating crimson
Lost in ecstasy in all this blood that I am rinsing
Writhing in a puddle, feeling higher than an eagle
Soaring far above the rubble of my soul twisted and feeble
Nothing can resuscitate me from this drunken and crazed state
Except the promise of a taste
I'll make haste, let none go to waste
Published 22nd Jun 2018
| Edited 13th Dec 2018
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