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Shadows
Shadows lurk in the night, searching for life itself.
Hearing moaning and groaning, for hunger.
Seeking mischief, and blood.
Hearing evil laughter in the dark, whispers of your name.
As you follow, you think to yourself,
"Will I live, or will I die?"
They catch you, and you lay in their arms.
There hands are as cold as death come knocking on your door.
Touching every inch of your body, their nails
go against your skin slowly.
They go to your neck, kissing your neck softly to pop your veins out.
They gently cut your neck until they see,
your blood that looks like red wine, gently flow down
They bite down hard and take your blood, and leave you to die!
But the night after, you rise cold as winter nights.
Now you must live your days as a shadow in the night.
Searching for life itself till the ends of time.
Hearing moaning and groaning, for hunger.
Seeking mischief, and blood.
Hearing evil laughter in the dark, whispers of your name.
As you follow, you think to yourself,
"Will I live, or will I die?"
They catch you, and you lay in their arms.
There hands are as cold as death come knocking on your door.
Touching every inch of your body, their nails
go against your skin slowly.
They go to your neck, kissing your neck softly to pop your veins out.
They gently cut your neck until they see,
your blood that looks like red wine, gently flow down
They bite down hard and take your blood, and leave you to die!
But the night after, you rise cold as winter nights.
Now you must live your days as a shadow in the night.
Searching for life itself till the ends of time.
Published 10th May 2012
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