The Way of the Vampire... (poem 2026)

Sick and Tired,

Of Vampires....

Inviting them in,

Walking all over my dead corpse on the floor...

But I'm a vampire too...

resisting the urge to drink....

But still they drag me through the mud...

Inviting them in through my life's front door...

Seeking the innocents blood...

No matter what I do,

Giving, humane, or true...

They never give up the battle,

Feeding on the innocent,

Like it's their food,

Or just a bunch of cattle,

To use, and abuse people at their will...

Just to enjoy a fresh hunt, 

a beautiful pure person to kill...

There is nothing nice about a vampire,

Nothing attractive, admirable, or true...

A Game of death and spiritual decay..

They do as they may... 

Rape and pillage... 

In order to sustain....

An empty void, a loveless black heart...

Black blood, pulsing veins...

Jugular games...

Try as they may...

Vampire killer is on the prowl...

Keeping an eye,

Like a wise old Owl...

You see a fool, weak, and so frail...

With a Burning Heart, 

Rendering the wicked to fail...

The Heart like a sun...

Burning the blackened souls away...

Even in the darkest night...

Standing up, 

the hands will fold,

And they will still stay and pray...

Amen...