A thirst for blood so strong and controlling. The need to feed on the brain every day all day. Trying to stop once the fangs has slid into flesh. Sleeping. Burning. Dying. Waking up yearning for the red syrup. Finding the sun to be bothersome. Painful canines digging through the gums each time pumping veins are visible. Blemish free. An ability to run faster. It's a way to escape to feel like flying and being free without leaving the ground or having wings. Being alone. Leaving humans behind. A darkness growing from deep within. Anger and sadness lonliness and emptiness. That is all that is felt.
Are we real? Will you ever know the truth?
Probably not. But we will always be around...
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