Bloodsuckers, Dark Ones

They are bloodsuckers. The dark ones constantly keeping you guessing.
I am in a house of mirrors. The lights flash, the smoke fills the air,
the sounds creep.
Up, down, left, right.
The bloodsuckers surround me like moths to light.
Once I think I see them a mirror arises. Illusions.
I am kept guessing.

They cackle in the night air. They've won, I think.
I just want to scream, cry, kick something. Fuck it all.
Realizing that all I have is myself. My mind, my body, my spirit, my intuition.
But am I worthy? Can I really rely on just me?
Hollow bone, they call me.

I open myself up to the light. Ignore the dark ones.
The living dead. No soul but a physical body.
I continue to be the hollow bone.
I let him fill me with the truth. Nothing more.

I come out at night. Face the dark ones. They try to suck my blood.
But they can't get to me. I am no longer afraid.
My light is too bright for them.
I become the mirror of themselves.
They can't see. Blinded by their own evil.