What he really was

Please, I don't know how
else to be let lose of
his grip that keeps me
here like a trapped dove.

Pretty soon I'll be his next
victim. I could also be
the lucky victim that
won't be thrown in the sea.

But I doubt it. he has
fun keeping us here.
Torturing us with his
breath of beer.

Whispering in our ear
he will not hurt us but
I know better. I've seen
him with a person he's cut.

I saw how her eyes
were closed. I saw
blood on his face and I
was shocked with awe.

How could these others
not see it? Not see
what he was? With the
others I tried to plea.

I wanted them to know
that he was a sly
vampire who wanted
us all to die.

But none believed and
when I went to tell,
he took me to his
cell.

He bit me, I screamed
while he drank me.
After that I died and
he threw me in the sea.

In the sea I float now,
waiting for his new
victim to join us in
a circle of dead that grew.