What Are You?
What have you seen?
Where have you been?
What are you?
Questions to be asked
As you stand under a new moon
Your eyes glow with icy blue
Staring through the night air
The taste of blood on your lips
Droplets run down your naked breasts
They drop from the tip of your nipples
Falling to the ground
Still you smile
Baring fangs that few ever see
You hunt to feed
You feed to simply exist
Such beauty living such a life
How could that be?
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