They scream at the moon
Their high pitched cries call
They live in the dark
Where nights are long
Living in the shadows
With not but their souls
That gleam in their eyes
That growl in their throat
Hunting by night
Sleeping by day
Living alone is what they like
A curse they call it
A gift you may think
Until they come in your sleep
They thirst for your blood
The smell of your skin
It drives them crazy
The have no control
I leave you with this
But don't forget it
There's more to you they want then you know
Take care during the night
Or they might come for you
