Pisaries Creator

I hear the cries. 
I see the tears. 
I know the sounds.
I listen well.

When the sheets come down on the bed, the warmth escapes.

I cover my ears.
I close my eyes.
I smell the violence.
I taste the blood.

When the pillows are thrown from the bed, the shadow moves.

I want relief.
I wish for less.
I desire more.
I am here.

When the lights die out and the moon appears, the vampire appears.