Here you are, stabbing a stake into my heart.
My life flashing befor me, as you tear it apart.
The blood I've spilled,
The people I've killed.
That last gleaming look in their eyes,
As I hear their final cries,
Pleading with me to spare their lives.
Being a vampire isn't all it may seem,
At first it felt as if it were a dream.
Now never again,
To feel the warm sun apon my pale skin.
For centuries I have tried to understand why,
And now thanks to you, I shall finally die. . . . . .
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