by Andy

Whispering voices
Inside a head
A shrieking moan
Piercing the night
Darkness is heavy
Blinds the road ahead
Hear the lurking of hate
Creature of the night

A drop of blood falls
From rose-red lips
That sucked the life
The corpse's bleeding heart
Black hands in the dark
Hold the twisted sheath
Plunge the bloody dagger
Inside the sickly wound

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