when i realized what i was,
love and hate the shining sun
feel the powers of the night,
through my bodies inner site
to feel the chills and seek my thrills,
a new taste for hunger, unlike any other
new feelings wake me, shake me,
incapcitate me,
watering mouths,
like undead hounds.
smelling the red,
draining the rest,
the world will never understand,
will never even learn to grasp,
the truth they all hate to believe,
its inside all of you and me,
the hunger rages on and on,
waiting, sitting,
hiding, blinding,
just to taste that one thing im striding,
to me its all the same in the end,
maybe we'll meet and you'll see your blood run such a sweet red
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