Reality Is Myth

You can live with me in this house that I've built out of writer's block
Where the trees are dead and the river is red with blood
There is no day--- only night\
This is where the vampires roam
With an infinate supply, so many to kill
Nothing to mourn
Lov's non-exsistant, but lust is fertile.
Corpses line the street and new lives form into the not-so myths
Battles fought against fakes, everlasting wars
And all this isn't in my mind
This is the real world
Maybe more dramatized
But still rampaging the earth and all it's inhabitants
Why are these things considered myths
When we believe in unseen gods
And there are bloodsuckers all around, literal or not
I'm just wondering and voicing my observations
Myth is reality, fearful things ever present
Open your eyes and look closer, you'll see it too.