A Vampire's Curse
There is always a beautiful dream,
to compare to a nightmare.
There is always a beautiful thing we all must share.
But when that one thing goes away,
I am left there dying like a stray.
I lie here crying in the shade, awaiting the return.
My soul will always yearn, and look for the day that my beautiful moon does not fade away.
For then, I am the thirstiest and shall not regret what I say.
I am not normal,
I am immortal.
My bloody mouth bit yet another victim and turned them to the paranormal.
So what I must say is,
Run into the day, for then i am the weakest and appear as a stray.
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