Vampire killer, kill me.
Don't see the beauty of caked blood on my mouth.
Don't recall who I once was, before blackness,
before salt thirst,
before red eyes and cloaked fury.
Kill me even as I don't breathe.
The wolf is in my breast, silently prowling.
The bat is in my soul, soundlessly screeching.
The time of death caresses you to me
as you want --
what do you want from me?
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Assassins robed in time,
dip their fingers in deep red wine