I rise from the dead,
This coffen is my bed,
Eyes shot red,
I'm ready for this blood shed.
Done so wrong,
Been so long,
Since I had my last bite,
It was at the darkest of night.
Teeth are pointy,
Blood dripping,
Thirsty for more,
Needing to explore.
Light kills my being,
Inside I stay till the skies get darkening,
Eating flesh and soul,
As I refill my empty bowl.
The bodies I feed off of,
Blow in the wind when I'm done,
So no evidence is found,
Till they don't come back around.
When daylight is shines through,
I go back to my dark homey room,
Inside my coffen I sleep,
Until night comes in; I creep.
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