Drowning vampires,

      Losing out on sourcing their own faithless anorexia fjords of vanishing blood, Ever consuming the flesh off their own own wished they were born dead hollow of hope's unrepairable  marrow tricked into existing within bones,  Compensated by the mirror's non-reflect as they wish for an eternal closure of constantly villainous seeking eyes.

In lieu of what listens,
To all our secrets in shadow