VAMPIRES (!)
A dead, frozen heart
Stopped beating hundreds years ago
Beautiful, inhuman face
But their mind is another case
Their memories are a whole different story
Like their amazing body of glory
They can be hundreds years old
And the faces could look like ice cold
What they drink is obviously clear
That’s the reason of the fear
They love the taste of (human) blood
There is nothing they would want more
There may be these creatures among us
But what could we do?
They are VAMPIRES.
®BlueLeaf
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