
all the pretty young vampires
and some even old —
lurking in the shadows
vying for ways to avoid sun
i wish my finger were a gun
that blasted away the scrims
these bloodsuckers hide
themselves behind and
daylight their pestilence away

all the pretty young vampires
and some even old —
lurking in the shadows
vying for ways to avoid sun
i wish my finger were a gun
that blasted away the scrims
these bloodsuckers hide
themselves behind and
daylight their pestilence away
Metaphorically speaking, of course.
Yeah. I had a discussion recently about those people who find cracks in people’s armor in order to get under their skin and manipulate them. I woke up with the realization that those are what we would have called psychic vampires “back in the day” and it made me grumpy that the person I was discussing this with had fallen victim to that kind of person. So I had to write it out.
Again, the vicious side of human nature. Can’t see the appeal.
The imagery here sits perfectly. Excellent, Michael.
Thank you, Raven. Glad you liked it.
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