Blood Type: O-verwhelmingly Lonely

By moonlit nights, I prowl with grace, No mirror shows my pale, sharp face. Stake through heart? Please, not today— I dodge those stakes and run away. Garlic bread? You think I'll drool? I've got a stash behind the stool. Sunlight's foe? A mild complaint, Sunscreen 50 is my saint. I drink your blood, but don't take fright— It's just a snack to get me right. No veins harmed, I swear, no mess, Just need my iron, I confess! Yet deep inside this fangy guise, Loneliness behind my eyes. Immortal curse, eternal night, A shadow lost without the light. So laugh at myths of vampire dread, But think of all the tears I've shed. I'm just a feature of the night, Trying to keep my teeth polite. I tried to date on Tinder once, But "Undead" marked me as a dunce. They matched, then screamed, then blocked my chat, Just 'cause I asked, "May I taste that?"