In this world of men that we call Home There are so many types of people and other beings too. When you meet someone new, feel them out Make sure that they are not a Scout. Soul suckers abound in their thousands Taking control of their surroundings. Beautiful women luring men to their certain Doom Devouring their very Souls as they just smiled. Sanguine lovers welcome them too Biting down with fangs razor sharp Tasting that heady feel for the flavor That heady addiction to Blood. The night is long and never ending Or so it seems, until the first light of dawn. Then you must get back to that safe place Where you'll sleep the day away. Resting up for another round of life Or even Death if the occasion calls for it. The mortal realm can be a hectic place It can be so hard to slow down and just enjoy. To lay back in a field of red roses Feeling their very life as if it was your own. To be able to just relax once in a while Forgetting the cares of the World. Learning to Love once again, can be so Deeply emotional and not able to express the pain. Two Immortals deeply in Love, bonded Together for all Eternity. But the Darkest Love of all is a pure Hell A pit where they just throw the offal. To actually fall in Love with a Mortal Not wanting to feed on you, at least not yet.
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