Black Blood

They walk among us every day,
Get lost into that endless stream.
Malicious thoughts so easily can slay
Some fragile, unprotected dream.

A lot of liars, killers wander
Hunting oblivious romantics,
Sneak up on them as though thunder,
Dishonest, sly, occultly frantic.

The ghoulish heroes of devil's land
That gladly sold tainted souls,
Stained sometime sinless hands,
Drank filling of the vicious bowl.

Bathing in black, impure blood,
Inside of miserable beings,
Their hearts don't even give a shot
To resurrect sincere feelings.

Because of hate they go blind.
Deprived of pity or contrition,
They only infect compliant minds
To gain a victim's full submission.

Another crime is just sweet moment.
Black blood devours poor prey.
They calmly look at acute torment
Till lifeless lips can no longer say.

They're sucking out people's lives –
I bet this pain they do not feel.
Their madness roots and starts to thrive
Leaving the wound time cannot heal.

Why are they destined to be bad?
Perhaps it's their own choice.
Will God see bitter tear shed
When villains hear holy voice?