Mosquitos flying all around your arms and legs leaving no spots
Christ can’t they leave alone to smoke your bit of good pot?
No heroin in a year.. except, (well that time doesn’t count!)
Blood suckers
These are your real vampire not that sparkly pretty man your young hearts desire.
You wish to call upon darkness without knowing anything.
To power only do you hope to find and cling.
Like a mosquito to a warm blooded body.

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