Letters From a Vampyre part one

When the sun goes away,
  the shadows come to play.
In the dark at night,
  is when you will feel our bite.
We fill you with passionate hate,
  with your blood, our appetite we will sate.
Neither want nor greed,
  drive as hard as need.
You may think we like to kill,
  Befor we sleep 'neath the hill.
Some enjoy the taste,
  and kill with all haste.
We care whose blood we take,
  for us it is not a piece of cake.
Only the killers and rapists,
  and sometimes the sadists.
Their blood gives us life,
  this is their punishment for causing such strife,
to all the women, children and men.
  After we choose, we take out only one,
whenever we need to eat.
  We're trying to find a remedy,
so we can live peacefully,
  next to you in good grace.
One day we will live together,
  without all the fear and hate.