Vampires
The beast is rearing its head again
In the pit of my stomach I feel
that familiar burning
I ready myself to take off running
Always one bare step ahead
Of my horrors nipping at my heels
The fear of being swallowed whole
Spurs me on - giving me another spurt of speed
I never know if this time
Will be the one where it outruns me.
Dust to dust - what really is there to fear?
That slow slide down to the belly of darkness
Oddly comforting to not fight any more
Afterall there is no defeating hopelessness
Finally in the silence
In that blessed last divine betrayal
There will be no further to fall
And at long last my soul will rest in peace.


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