Twisted and contorted they seek solace in nocturnal bliss, coming from the depths of sleep and idle slumber. And lustful desire to feed on warm blood, of their victims. blackened sunken eyes bloodshot and bulging. as they sink yellow gnarly fangs into soft warm flesh, long black matted hair with the stale cold odour of blood. If caught by light brings about their demise, guiless gurgling screams as they shrink and expire. The thin skin broken ripped and burning, as the body jolts like sweet wrappers burning on coal. A longing for the darkness of a coffin, shrouded in silk and oak, in the catacombs away from its destroyer.