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Feeding Time
Shhh.
They are hunting again
See the shade of their eyes
Their crimson thirst has over-flowed
And the world is just a pallid whisper now
You roam on their feeding ground
See the veins pulse under the moon
It's like a game of chess where no one wins
Even the stars hide in the darkness of the sky
They will laugh in your face
As they slash at your wrists
Razor teeth, in search of blood
And just when you think you're safe again
They rise from the ashes to finish this world
They're there one second and gone the next
A wisp of black and red and white
It's like they dance to music, unheard
And damage the day to sing in the night.
