Restless Whampyri

Tread wearily
For here I am
Everywhere
This soil
Rich with blood
Fed well
On millennia of war
Yet only fungi fruit here
All is mine
No
Don’t look
Just listen
To me
That’s right
I am but a voice in your head
Good
How could I be elsewhere
You are alone
That pseudopod you see
It moves not with intelligence
Nor is it barbed
You feel no pain
As we pierce you
You know nothing of this
Aaaah
Not yet
When I leave
Sated on your flesh
Yes
Then you will know
Then
You will wish you didn’t

© 2005, Mosquitobyte