BLOOD BY dizzy
Blood dripping onto your soft red lips,
Drinking from the vain of one of your victims.
The crimson blood flowing through your fangs,
Draining them to the point of there death.
Feeling the power as the blood surges through you,
Gaining the strength being able to fly the night,
Looking, searching for a new pure body to stalk,
Searching for a fresh blood and young neck to bite.
Getting exited from the site of your blood,
My heart beating faster as you come into sight,
Hypnotising you to prevent you from screaming,
Then drinking your blood until you go limp and finally die.
Blood dripping onto your soft red lips,
Drinking from the vain of one of your victims.
The crimson blood flowing through your fangs,
Draining them to the point of there death.
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