My longing for blood increases
My desire to cut intensifies
I can feel the razor on my wrist
Taste the blood on my lips
I shudder at the thought
That the vampire in me
Could make my life naught
I could drink all my blood
As the thirst for it grows
Something is wrong with me
It shouldn't be this way
I should be able to live life
Without thinking of blood everyday
I'm scaring myself
But should I be frightened
For with the crimson juices
My senses are heightened
Blood is like a drug
My personal brand of heroin
I know I shouldn't do it
But something stirs the vampire within
As I slowly slice my wrist
Blood slowly trickles out
Into my waiting mouth
Ohh so sweet
So succulent to me
The blood sliding down my tongue
Strengthening me
It's probably my imagination
Playing tricks on me
But with each taste of blood
I grow more and more thirsty
Perhaps this is how vampires are made
The lusts of a human driving me insane
Cause now it's not my blood alone I crave
An innocent passerby
Falls victim to my sin
As into his wrists my blade I thrust
Cutting rather deep
Drinking his life's blood
The vampire I kept hidden inside
Comes to life
And completely takes control of me
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