Feeding Time


They are hunting again

See the shade of their eyes

Their crimson thirst has over-flowed

And the world is just a pallid whisper now

You roam on their feeding ground

See the veins pulse under the moon

It's like a game of chess where no one wins

Even the stars hide in the darkness of the sky

They will laugh in your face

As they slash at your wrists

Razor teeth, in search of blood

And just when you think you're safe again

They rise from the ashes to finish this world

They're there one second and gone the next

A wisp of black and red and white

It's like they dance to music, unheard

And damage the day to sing in the night.

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