This craving I crave,
I rise from out of my shallow grave.

On the streets I quickly stalk,
I spot them as they head out for midnight walk.

I run closer, careful not to make a sound,
quickly I hide as they turn around.

Out from the shadows I attack,
He goes down with a swift whack.

I grab her as she tries to run,
Oh killing is such great fun!

I viciously chew at her neck,
she has breathed her last breath.

I lap the blood flowing from her gouged eyes,
blood doesnt flow long after someone dies.

her vial bones are already broken,
leaving her carcass to be easily ripped open.

eating her liver, lungs and intestines,
the tender heart is now mine.

I eagerly tear it out with my hand,
drink a bit more blood then I stand.

held the organ up toward the crimson light,
devouring it in meerly two bites.

Extreemly satesfied, I walk back down the street,
the ground and my feet barely meet.

I am back in the cemetary,
out of energy, I soon need to rebury.

down I go back into the ground,
But only untill the next red moon comes around.

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