Vampires

We hide and fly into the night
Without knowing what is there
The people cannot even fight
We feel their blood and juicy scare

We are dead but we're living
Lying still in our cold beds
The wounds in our souls are bleeding
Painting our black life in reds

We may be sad, we may be happy
We can stop thinking of the past
We see the victim and wanna get it
And its great day would be the last

We are as gods, but we do suffer
Eternity is our fate
We know our fortune, but we're stubborn
We do not try to close the gate

So who are we? What kinds of creatures?
Why are we in this crazy world?
We have so many different features
Our lives and souls cannot be sold...