She walks through the night,
Waiting, Waiting.
No end in sight,
Teeth grating, Teeth grating.
Fear touching her mind,
Caressing, Caressing.
The night makes her feel blind.
Distressing, Distressing.
At the end of the road,
A man waits, A man waits.
His hunger now flows,
It's too late, It's too late.
She now starts to run,
Panic, Panic.
She justs wants the sun.
In her manic, In her manic.
The man now grabs her,
Teeth bared, Teeth bared.
Fear left her body,
She glared, She glared.
Fangs pierce her neck,
Blood flowing, Blood flowing.
On the road, see red flecks,
Heart slowing, Heart slowing.
Her eyes look but are blind,
Death coming, Death coming.
She only hears the sound,
Of the Vampire running, Vampire running.
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this is great i love it
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If I had put Mania instead of manic, it wouldn't have rhymed with panic.
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A great and original effort. Nice rhymes, but "manic" in this case would have to be "mania". Thanks for this.
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