To walk amongst the dead Plagued by an undeniable thirst for blood Stained by an immortal suffering given to you Acceptance from your kind Is only a temporal solution to your misery Transcending time haunts your very existence visions Of events are forever embedded in your mind For you are never allowed to sleep eternally Countless prey have satisfied your hunger Intoxicated with the essence of life Blood tastes so sweet The lives of many course through your veins To live off the lives of others seems morbid But to you they are only a source of food Blood splatters as you bite deep and hard Draining every once of liquid A lifeless corpse falls to the ground As you stand before the waste you create A path walked time and time again Has darkened the emotionless heart To deny the pleasures of feelings To feel one would certainly starve to death But how ironic since death does not become you As you sit amongst the bones of judgement Contemplating your role You are never ending drawn out To oversee the mistrials And demise of others A prisoner of your own prison Immortally condemned to you Why does this have to be? Immortally condemned to you Why does this have to be?
immortally, condemned, amongst, mistrial, blood