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.
Dank and dreary, never weary to a Goths mind-set
Graveyard yearning, never discerning little gardens kept
Black with roses, and purple posies, little shades of night
Bring them to me, and I’ll let you see, my face in upturned delight
© Tina Cousins 2013