The Blood Seeker #53

He dances he sways,
He does as he mays.
He walks he sneaks,
He remains secretly beneath.
He seeks he peeks,
He disturbs the sick.
He wants attention or souls,
He has a heart that is cold.
He seeks blood,
You look up to his eyes as you lay on the dirt.
Last words,
"Please, I don't deserve these things."
Without hesitation he kills within a blink.
Nothing else matters,
than a blood thirsty vampire.