Living Dead

The silent child cries
From the fangs that touch his neck
The vampire roams the streets
Drinking the blood of the children that sleep

Blood thirsty beasts
Or peaceful magical beings
Hiding in the shadows
Waiting for the moon light to eat

Roaming the land
Some looking for peace
Some looking for more blood to drink
Some feeding away on the souls they can't keep

The silent child cries
From the fangs that touch his neck
The blood pours down his neck
And the vampires fangs are soaked in red

Poem by panicxheart

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