Creature of the Night
Closed tightly in his box, letting no sunlight in.
He forever lives, in the land of the damned.
Awake he may, for the midnight hours approach
Thirsting for the crimson vile,
Hunger leads him astray,
He finds his unsuspecting prey.
The screams which no one hear,
Her only chance for death,
Now taken away by itself.
She dies , but still she cries,
Forever left to watch her world pass her by.
In silence now they live,
Immortal beings hidden
Away from life in the day.
A colony misunderstood
"Blood Thirsty Creatures of the Night"
Do we really need to fight?
We will never win,
For they are the damned,
And we forever live in sin.
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