We lay flowers on his grave
Before trampling the grass upon it
A sign of respect
Coupled with unholy acts
Not a soul to bother us
Those souls who
call us monsters
Sinners and demons
But the demons don’t burn
And werewolves don’t howl
While the vampires keep their own
And the dead tell no tales
Back to warm bodies
Disgusted
By the differences
Or similarities
Between you
And me
So the monsters company
We keep
Away from those creatures
never feeling more alive
As we danced
Amongst the dead
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