Something deep

There in the eyes of the vampire

The blood he thinks he smells

Coursing through the veins

Does not exist

It is all a figment of something intrusive

Like a nightmare in the dead of sleep

A tender soul caught on fire

A waning moon, hidden

We cry to feel the heat on our skin

To taste the salt on our lips

We bleed to prove we are not colorblind

To watch something darker surround us

Razor blade waterfall

And we don't even try to hide

We let the rain bite us

In hopes of waking something up inside

A realization of fear

A walk in the park at night

We don't even notice

The vampire, craving the wine we bear

In the strings of veins we carry

We are oblivious

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