Vampiric

My best friend thinks I'm a vampire.
I can't even guess why.
Of course I think bloods pretty.
And sure mine tastes fine.
My best friend thinks I'm a vampire,
Who prowls the city at night
Hunting to kill
Biting to spill
The delicious crimson blood.
My best friend thinks I'm a vampire.
I really doubt she's right.
But if I am,
I don't mind.
It's not like I'm really kind.
My best friend thinks I'm a vampire.
She told me so
Two days ago.
I told her she's insane.
The funny thing is that
She agrees.
My friend still thinks I'm a vampire.
Maybe she's right.
It would be fun.
I hate the sun,
And howl at the moon all night.