Bloodlust: Crimson Laughter

A silent scream echos through the halls

I move my knife, a body falls

Crimson blood, on my face

A grin of joy slowly breaks

Here lies he now, on this floor

Among the red that I adore

Laughter out from me now breaks

As creatures of the night awake

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