Shuttered n silence, awaiting the dark
Bypassing the streetlights, I head for the park
Slipping into the soft glove of night
Shadows made darker, contrasted by light
Bringing you into my fatal embrace
You don’t know it yet, but you’ll die in this place
My fangs are swift, more sharp that a knife
I drink in your soul, the blood is the life.
Magnetically written and most corruptly said. Nice work.
thank you so much