Vampire

In this poem there are a group of vampires in a morel argument, the head vampire is listening to his people's thoughts, then decides what to do.



This is poison
When it flows, we want more
When it’s there we need it all
Greedy for pleasure
Drop by drop
Can we stop feeding
No, never we must live and live
Its smell is intoxicating
We leave scars to know
We were there
Should we stop, yes
Will we, no
Isn’t there another way
To live
Can’t we just feed off energies
No, energies now are weak
We need truth
We are carnivores
We wish to bathe in fresh red
Let it dry on our skin, stain us
No more holding back, it’s time

i really like this actully, you should make some more to this !

K will do