As it drips from the victim,
And the mouth,
I watch,
For it is their tim to come out,
I've been hiding,
And pretty well at that,
Now I'm watching them feed,
It's so appauling,
Yet it drags you in,
The technique,
Their ability to do what I never will,
Just trying to survive,
As they thrive on that purity,
Oh no I've been spotted,
Their staring straight at me,
Now my feet pull me forward,
Away from the creatures of night,
I forgot completely that they could fly,
Because above I see them in flight,
I scream in fear,
Because they are closer than they appear,
Near me,
They catch up to lil old me,
Surrounded I am,
Terrified,
And interestd in how it feels,
To be bitten,
Used as a source of food,
But them again death is its ending,
And I have more to do,
But the more I think,
The closer they get,
I was attacked,
My defenses were futile against the creatures,
And I had then experienced what the bite for the purest felt like,
It felt like death...