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Vampire attack.
Simple gain not enough to survive.
Just a drop of water and a taste for chicken thighs.
Just a craving that makes me sick.

If I could remember me what's happening.
Head hurting bowing for breath just the ache for human blood.
Is this my last test, clothes tearing from my body as I once had thought but no, my skin is tearing me apart.

Stop breathing living lies as my taste for rats blood has now surfaced.
I try to eat one or two just for my love for you.
You see me and try to run, but I am faster and the game has just begun.
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Published: 11/10/2010
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