I fell for
A real
Authentic
Blood Sucker
They had help
In finding me
And it didn’t have to be me
Could’ve been anyone
I would wonder why
For years
Why it wasn’t someone else
Was it who sold me out
To you
Like a gift
An offering
Maybe to take the heat
Off of themselves
I mean
Who wouldn’t want a stalker
Who can enter your dreams
And mess with your consciousness
And wear your energy
Like fine jewelry
That makes them shine
Finer
Than all of the other
Vampires
At the Halloween Ball
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