Blood stained clothing I wear for eternity; blood of my victims churn inside of me:
The hungers that exist and cannot hide form me.
I wish there was something better than this.
A monster I am that prowls the night in search of a victim who I can kill with a bite; to drain them of life and – of their blood supply so my thirst can quench for just another night.
Blood stained my clothing of a thousand years.
A dead creature is I, in my heart and in my mind.
For I forget the feelings of mercy and the feelings of woe, but now I have killed so much-those are things I have forgotten to know!
No longer human in heart or mind, a creature of the dark who is cruel and emotionally blind.
I kill with great ease my human meals and dine on their life’s blood from their neck with their squeals!
Their bodies flop down as I take them away from this world they have begun to know; and fill their loved ones with a gallon of woe.
Each night and when my meal is done, I go off back to my grave and sleep so numb.
Till the dusk has arrived then I come out to play, to take another human away.