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Darkness. The vampire stood once again outside his crypt daylight nearing dangerously close, Trying to find a reason to hide from what would kill him and survive another day. Crawling inside crying the hideous creature retreats to safety for another day Longing to die but to weak to go through with the act He lays in his crypt dreaming of redemption and the past. Darkness falls once again and he comes forth wanting  perish. But he still stalks and feeds on others despite his wish. Every time he destroys another his heart grows more troubled. But to kill he must for death is all he knew

  the lone soldier Began his life all alone A cardboard box for his thrown Tortured and tormented His life he lamented When enraged he became At the world he despised His fury would rain At those he had disdained Though his hate for the world was immense Still he came to its defense. What force drove him is unknown Because his anger had still grown Though no blood he had spilled Of those that yet still killed Dead in side he was, unable to love But still he searched for it to the heavens and above. Long he wished to curl up and die But each day he woke and told no lie To those who he hated and despised. Fought still he did