Restless Blood
Just because they're blood.
Doesn't mean you must forever leave the front door open.
When their latest scheme lies parched and broken.
Just because they're blood, they still view you as prey.
Something soft - a thin boned toy.
To be tossed about, chewed upon...
Ultimately flayed- unholy, destroyed.
Secure your heart's window.
Hang a no vacancy sign.
A clove of garlic.
Because blood or not, some people never change.
They're born with wings but develop fangs.
Forever restless and selfishly opaque.
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