The sight of humans make me angry.
The sight of them makes me hunger.
I thirst for the taste of their blood.
Not animal blood or the poisoned blood
From the dead.
But alive and full with energy type of blood.
My teeth sunk in the depths of their neck.
Draining slowly with now just faint screams.
No control on my actions.
Just their pulse slowly reaching zero.
I want to feel alive again.
So I search for these way to happy and upbeat souls.
My grip is to hard to wiggle from.
My teeth feel like a thousand needles being stabbed in you.
My beauty attracts you.
My hair is what you want to pull.
My spell is what I’ll put you under.
But I won’t tell you until I have you.
But then it’ll be to late.
To late for you of course.
Because by the time you realize,
Your body will be lifeless.
And your soul will be eye to eye with your devil.