When daylight fades
and the night is quiet,
I am left with nothing
but my thirst.
My body vibrates
with the need.
Dark pockets
in the city,
where the lowliest of humans
congregate
are my hunting grounds.
My appetite is not choosy.
My hunger doesn't care
from which veins
the blood flows
as long as it is warm,
fresh,
copious.
In the pre-kill moments
before I drain life away,
these humans keep me company.
I am not alone,
not without my only love,
while their hearts still beat.
I don’t like it
when they scream.
A silent kill
forgives me,
or so I hope.
~Drake
and the night is quiet,
I am left with nothing
but my thirst.
My body vibrates
with the need.
Dark pockets
in the city,
where the lowliest of humans
congregate
are my hunting grounds.
My appetite is not choosy.
My hunger doesn't care
from which veins
the blood flows
as long as it is warm,
fresh,
copious.
In the pre-kill moments
before I drain life away,
these humans keep me company.
I am not alone,
not without my only love,
while their hearts still beat.
I don’t like it
when they scream.
A silent kill
forgives me,
or so I hope.
~Drake