i get tired
at times of needing
blood. always with
the blood, the biting
my unsuspecting victims,
and how they scream
into my ears, i need
some plugs, i can't
stand the screaming
anymore, no one ever
says ouch, or yikes,
or please, what
the hell are you
biting me for. they just
scream like wild
animals, i feel bad
for them, but
i have no choice,
these are the cards
i've been dealt. i
can't sleep at night
and during the day
i toss and turn in
my dirt bed, in my
wooden box and think
about, well, mostly
about wanting more
blood. whew. it
gets old sometimes.
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