Vampires.

Probing my flesh they find their entrance and insert their slender tubes...Sucking away at my blood like a newborn suckling it's mothers breast...they need it...for the remmission of my sins... they blame me and accuse me...claiming jurisdiction over my body, my possessions, and even my mind... They want my soul. They entice me and taunt me with their illusions... luring me into their web of deceit... they suck their fill and bring their offerings to the queen...a tax for their quarters... she gets the choicest blood witch she stores in the storehouses...she takes her fill and redistributes the wealth according to her pleasure... the high priest gets the choicest portions.