They've slowly bitten into each and every strand of my being. They've eaten for years.
Stealing my tears. They grow.
Taking time, pleasuring moments..
Tumors they are. Demons.
They attach at birth, and they grow.
They feed, only a vampire street.
Then comes... the empty.. the forgotten.
Make no mistake they **** at will. And everyone knows somewhere inside
They will eat the next generation too.
We must be brave and remove the eye
In order to save the soul.