• Protruding fangs into skin
    Your thirst is quenched with delight
    The soul that once lived within
    Will soar off into the night
    Merely done you cast a wicked grin
    Going in for the final bite

    You look down upon the lifeless soul
    And think of the wrongs you've done
    That persons life you stole
    Turn away and start to run
    Knowing you've accomplished your goal
    Or is it really because of the coming sun?