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Oblivious
Something deep
There in the eyes of the vampire
The blood he thinks he smells
Coursing through the veins
Does not exist
It is all a figment of something intrusive
Like a nightmare in the dead of sleep
A tender soul caught on fire
A waning moon, hidden
We cry to feel the heat on our skin
To taste the salt on our lips
We bleed to prove we are not colorblind
To watch something darker surround us
Razor blade waterfall
And we don't even try to hide
We let the rain bite us
In hopes of waking something up inside
A realization of fear
A walk in the park at night
We don't even notice
The vampire, craving the wine we bear
In the strings of veins we carry
We are oblivious
