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.