(Song, not poem) Vampires

It's a symbolic song. If I tell you it's ruined :)

Some times,

I feel like I’m on my knees,

And I’m running out of time,

And everyone’s got their sights on me…

 

Please…

I don’t wanna go…

I’m through livin’ like this,

You’re all vampires

Consuming me

 

Pull the trigger,

Drink my blood,

But it won’t taste good,

‘cause I’m made out of mud.

 

Like every man,

Shaped from earth,

We try to gain life,

From a blood-soaked hearth

 

And then we cry,

So sorry,

Trying to save our souls,

We’re pathetic, I know.

 

We never learn,

From our mistakes,

We wonder why,

We can’t catch a break.

 

We’re all a victim,

Persecuted,

And you’re all vampires

Consuming me

 

Pull the trigger,

Drink my blood,

But it won’t taste good,

‘cause I’m made out of mud.

 

Like every man,

Shaped from earth,

We try to gain life,

From a blood-soaked hearth

 

 

We fight,

To live,

Or do we live,

To fight

 

We never

 Learn,

Wrong

From right

 

We live our lives,

In agony,

It takes demise,

To makes us see

 

We’re so confused,

Searching desperately,

‘cause we’re all vampires,

comsuming…

 

(music break)

 

Pull the trigger,

Drink my blood,

But it won’t taste good,

‘cause I’m made out of mud.

 

Like every man,

Shaped from earth,

We try to gain life,

From a blood-soaked hearth

 

Pull the trigger,

Drink my blood,

But it won’t taste good,

‘cause I’m made out of mud.

 

Like every man,

Shaped from earth,

We try to gain life,

From a blood-soaked hearth

 

(another music break)

 

I’ll Pull the trigger,

Drink your blood…

We never mind…

The taste of mud…