Our Lament

Bite the neck,
Let it bleed,
Havoc and wreck,
We must feed.

Our life is long,
We've not aged.
Nor do we belong,
In your world of sorrows.

Your despicable race,
Has no honor,
And one day they will face,
They're all goners.

You hunt us like game,
We mean you no harm,
To die from you,
Tis ultimate shame.

We simply take from you,
What you take from cows,
A means of survival,
To insure out revival.

Yet,
There are few,
That want to kill,
Us for simple thrill.

If you were truly august,
You would take from us.
What we take from you,
But you are very unjust.

You think we'll kill you all?
Ha,
Killing you would mean the fall,
Of us all.

Unlike yourself,
We control our diet,
Savor every self,
And not form riot.

The riot created,
By extinction.
Which is,
Your distinction.

Every Night,
The sun dies,
You in our sight,
Our despise.

Stake us with silver,
We will not die,
Kill us with garlic,
And find you shy.

We'll be here,
Until the end of time,
So why try,
To keep your foul endeavor,
Forever.

Bite the neck,
Ringed with blood,
We'll dine in heck,
Before we lie in mud.