Bleed for the cure
Bluelighter
I've a secret for you, promise not to tell?
I would write this in poem form, but this is something that I cannot mold into a specific format, so I shall out and say it... I found out yesterday, as I drank my daily glass of malk that I didn't particularly enjoy the taste of it... then it came to me, I love the taste of blood. It was strange, I had never tasted it before... perhaps on small occasions after I have stabbed myself all over my body and a small part would drip into my mouth or when I licked the blade, but--it doesn't matter now. The discovery was astounding, I'm a vampire. When I look at the moon, my eyes glare, and I shriek with pain. It's strange, isn't it? No, when I look at the sun it doesn't hurt, it doesn't work that way. I am only a vampire at night... my fangs grow and grow, fierce. I can fly, sometimes, but I try not to. Why? Because... it hurts a lot. I mean, yeah, you can't fathom the pain. Oh!--I can turn into a bat, as well... that's always fun. Except it is lame when gay bats come in contact with me while I'm in the air, but... that's another story that shan't be shared. Anyway, you probably think me mad, but... this is reality. I'm a vampire, I like blood, I love it... I drink it from necks, my own or others... I stab with my teeth until a pang of pain trickles down their spine and they make a quite whelp... so please don't laugh when you read this, and understand that I am a vampire. It's true. I always knew I was special... and many told me I'd grow up to be a dolphin (heh... freaks) but that isn't the way it played out, no, I am a vampire. Notice, bleed for the cure? The cure is all that ails me... bleed for it, bleed for me. Can I drink your blood?
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It's like this... kill me and I die... kill me and I smile... will you kill me now?
I would write this in poem form, but this is something that I cannot mold into a specific format, so I shall out and say it... I found out yesterday, as I drank my daily glass of malk that I didn't particularly enjoy the taste of it... then it came to me, I love the taste of blood. It was strange, I had never tasted it before... perhaps on small occasions after I have stabbed myself all over my body and a small part would drip into my mouth or when I licked the blade, but--it doesn't matter now. The discovery was astounding, I'm a vampire. When I look at the moon, my eyes glare, and I shriek with pain. It's strange, isn't it? No, when I look at the sun it doesn't hurt, it doesn't work that way. I am only a vampire at night... my fangs grow and grow, fierce. I can fly, sometimes, but I try not to. Why? Because... it hurts a lot. I mean, yeah, you can't fathom the pain. Oh!--I can turn into a bat, as well... that's always fun. Except it is lame when gay bats come in contact with me while I'm in the air, but... that's another story that shan't be shared. Anyway, you probably think me mad, but... this is reality. I'm a vampire, I like blood, I love it... I drink it from necks, my own or others... I stab with my teeth until a pang of pain trickles down their spine and they make a quite whelp... so please don't laugh when you read this, and understand that I am a vampire. It's true. I always knew I was special... and many told me I'd grow up to be a dolphin (heh... freaks) but that isn't the way it played out, no, I am a vampire. Notice, bleed for the cure? The cure is all that ails me... bleed for it, bleed for me. Can I drink your blood?
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It's like this... kill me and I die... kill me and I smile... will you kill me now?
