The darkness inside my soul cries out, it is the thirst that seeks me out.
My conscience nags at me that this is a sin, still nothing but blood quenches the thirst within.
My hunger cries out like a wolf in the night and my senses are tingling with each victims fright.
Their heartbeats grow silent as each time they do I thank every victim for making me new.
Though my soul has been wagered for this cursed plight, I am quite content remaining a child of the night.
Author Lyn Gibson 2013