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You lie there in your sorrow,

never to see what lies beneath,

That eternal void of lonesome vengence,

Longing to kill in a blind unfitting rage.



Bloodlust surfaces as you morph into night,

Changing the purpose of everyone's life,

Bellowing out a cry of doom,

As you glare upon the lovely moon.



Stalking the grounds at which evil arises,

Nails extending like a blade unsheathing,

Fangs growing as the hunger within,

Beseatching the pain to flow gently.



As you ready for your feast,

A voice is heard inside your mind,

Your love beconing for your safety,

To keep you calm in this bloodwrenched night.



Allowing your bloodlust to subside,

You think to yourself of the dangers of love,

The loss of a tantalizing hunt,

The loss of your mortal prey.