• Bloodsuckers are already swarming for thirst of joyness
    calling for another day if to see there's some more.
    Their black red eyes are erotic to see.
    Even sympathy cannot remove their pain
    only because their scars are so deep to remain.
    The thrill of hatred is on to me
    I suffer until I die that is what’s to be.
    I am the others of the last one standing,
    hoping and pray
    that I could die someday.
    Please let me go from this hell
    that my soul would rest and never dwell
    I, hear on earth, I am to swell
    because I know it's something from hell.