Vampire - Gedichtenwedstrijd opdr. 2

It's dark in the middle of the night.
The moon shines on my face, marble and white.
The hunger takes over, I can't control.
I start to run, I'll reach my goal.

A fire burns, deep inside.
I keep running, I will not hide.
The taste of blood, warm and fresh
I plant my teeth in the flesh.

I'm immortal, and full of desire.
That's what I am, a vampire.

~Clouded~

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