Its not easy
Being nocturnal
Or regarded as infernal
Spending every day
In a box half filled with clay
My skin of ghostly white
Supplies initial fright
Then in deepest dark seclusion
Transylvanian transfusion.
Oh but how I long for a regular meal
Savoury, tasty...
Which does not congeal.
I picked you up to set you free it's just your body i'm stealing.......
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