They say after three bites you begin to turn
and after a thousand?
i feel my teeth coming in
i file them, wear garlic around my neck
keep the demon down
can i do this forever? i'm so tired,
but if i let down my guard
the crows will pick out my eyes
the change relentless
my teeth grow longer every night
the living dead who take and give nothing
who suck out life and spit
Hatred, fremented blood pumping
seething brains with backwards
justice for all those bites
souls with holes
i sharpen my stake, keep it ready
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