Silence draws blood so metallic you can taste it
A vampire resists
Tastes, devours, drinks it like milk
Survives off it, thrives off it
Draws from it like poison to drink and drinks it in like clockwork
For it is all that it knows, and all that it takes
Blood is the life, and so we drink it
Survival of the fittest and who shall prevail
None of us are lucky and all of us are licking
Where is the sprit that guides us, if
We cannot survive without a little darkness, still
Temptation akin to living.
