I lurk in the shadows and feed while they sleep,
I take their life so fast that they don't even have time to weap
Their blood enters my body like a flood of neverending life,
but their screams enter my mind, forcing me to bare this unending strife
Alone I stand with no one to hold my hand,
and nothing but the darkness to make me feel grand
It's hard to believe that I was once one of them,
one so nieve that I allowed myself to trust him
Well, my maker is gone now,
leaving me as a lonley taker of life
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