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Dark, green eyes,

Hollow and menacing,

Blood of the most acidic pH,

Pulses racing,

To the heartbeat,

Of the night.



Progression in movement,

Evolving with each blink,

Feeding on emotions,

Teeth; into which skin sink,

As he devours the one he wants,

Revelling in the end of the lifeline.



Ugly, vicious passion,

In its most beautiful entity,

Perfection; encasing

The pinnacle of evility.

The dead are fooled by beauty,

The wise are weary.

The wise remain alive,

While the dead are clearly,

Foolish in their demise.