Hunger

An eternal hunger

An everlasting pain

Forever I am thirsting

For the cursed drink

The drink of the deadThe liquor of life

The lovely re wine

Of the fanged and undead

My life is cursed

As is my soul

The lust for blood is strong

And always hard to fight

Feeding can be dangerous

For if I take too much

They will not survive

And death raises suspicions

Yet I still continue

To hunt and kill my prey

To try to kill this hunger

Maybe I will...

...someday

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