Vishal Dutia

In the dead of night, a young boy takes flight, A vampiric visage, a sinister sight. When the world’s asleep, and darkness reigns, He haunts the streets, igniting his pains.

His parents’ slumber, a veil to his crime, Their child transformed, a creature of time. A thirst for chaos, a hunger profound, In the cover of night, his victims are found.

At clubs and parties, where merriment chimes, He slashes and carves, in the name of his crimes. A twisted desire, a heart turned to coal, Leaving behind a trail of horror untold.

But within his soul, a conflict doth brew, Between light and darkness, the false and the true. A vampire slasher, a creature of strife, Trapped in the chaos of his double-edged life.

And like Peter Tosh, the rebel of old, A story untold, a truth to be bold. A struggle within, a fight to be free, From the darkness that binds, and the path he can’t see.

For the vampire slasher, in shadows he roams, A young boy lost in his twisted psychone. But redemption’s embrace, a glimmer of hope, May guide him back to the light on his scope.

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