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[*Kathleen*]

So yeah, here's something that's actually not about depression or love stories.

Blood Thief
By day, he stalks
By night, he preys
Endless nights
Lonesome days

Longing to walk in the sun
As he devours the current victim, he asks
"Why did I have to be the one?"
Blood seeps through his pale fingers
With a thud, she drops to the ground
Even he sensed that her spirit still lingered
Staggering onward, he looks to the sky
Dazzling stars still danced; he was safe
He lives forever, but still asks, "Why?"

In a way, he's cursed for eternity
At the same time, one would say he deserves it
But many have not yet seen
Oh how he loved to torture, and still does
That's partly why he's this now
A blood thief, just because...