I hate Garlic

His eyes like the rays of the sun Burning fiery red against his pale skin They draw me closer, full of danger Yet I can’t turn away His long fangs are razor blades Ready to sink into my neck He edges closerA nd I catch my breath Yet I can’t turn away I freeze like a deer in headlights I am trapped He is the vampire And I am his prey Yet I can’t turn away crepusculo, la hora mas segura para nosotros; pero tambien la mas triste, la muerte del dia y el comienzo de la noche