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Please, forgive my wrinkled soul,
your granny has seen better days,
tonight, the urge has taken its toll,
and I tried to stop it, in so many ways.
My bones are weary, can't you see?
Soothe this cruel, piercing pain,
All I ask is a bite, or two, or three,
and it will never happen again.
Oh I am but a slave to this need,
it comes to me at the midnight hour,
and I try to push the urge to feed,
yet I mourn the loss after I devour.
Now my children, hide in peace,
my hunger is at its prime,
I always tell you that I'll cease,
but I lie every time.