Vampire Poem by shannon eason

Late at night when the sun
Goes down, a shadow of the living
Dead comes out waiting to feed
On the blood of somebody that doesn't
Have the right to live.
Fangs come down out of the
Mouth to form a wound on the neck
To survive for the day ahead.
Vampire what come of the life
That you hate so much that made
You love this life that you live now?
Was it the darkness or are you just
Tired of the pain that you have endured
Through you mortal life that you have
To suck the blood from somebody's
Neck until they are dead to help them out.