February 19, 2008
Hear the beating stop
Watch the body drop
Feel the blood run cold
Taste the memories of old
Know what you are
As you watch from afar
Smell the blood
Listen for the thud
You made your self this way
Only out at the end of the day
Live forever unless killed
Your grave has yet to be filled
Make me a vampire
For that is what i disire.

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