342am and I am hungry in the dark
I will run to the kitchen
Like It was flying jumping
And ripped of any food I can find
Like vampires in twilight
Hunting for fresh blood to drink
To satisfy our hunger in the dusk

Only a desire I have is to open my fridge
To drink a cup of fresh milk
Like my hunger thirsting for something fresh

Like the vampires sensing
There is certainly
No such fresh object in the fridge
In the despared just like them
******* any passing blood
I look for little bites
To grab

Why am I not at rest