i sleep in the day
i dont eat regular food,
at night my eyes turn red
at night i get blood thirsty,
it scares me
sometimes i wonder,
who i really am.
sometimes i wonder...
what am i?
the blue sky calls the humans,
as the night sky calls me,
as i try to eat, i can no longer succeed,
to the prays of the humans,'
and the dead of thr night,
we will all be different,
in big days of fright
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