The Vampire

This caustic tomb in which
I sleep, till darkens falls and
then I creep. Searching for a bloody
feast a neck in which to sink my teeth.

I follow you but you don't know,
hiding in the dark shadows.
My cravings more than I can take, not
one sound that I shall make.

I move in now to make my
kill, to take a bite, and watch
blood spill. I promise you will
feel no pain, as I begin to drain
your veins.

I thought I'd save some for a
snack, you taste so good I
can't hold back. Drink you down
to the last drop until your lifeless body
flops.

Unto my tomb I shall return
until the dawn of a new moon.
Waiting in my peaceful slumber.
for new veins in which to plunder.