To walk amongst the dead
plauged 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.
of events are forever imbedded in your mind.
Transcending time haunts your very existence visions 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.
But to you they are only a source of food
To live off the lives of others seems morbid.
Blood splatters as you bite deep and hard Draining every once of liquid.
As you stand before the waste you create.
A lifeless corpse falls to the ground. A path walked time and time again.
Has darkened the emotionless heart.
To feel one would certainly starve to death.
To deny the pleasures of feelings contemplating your role.
But how ironic since death does not become you.
As you sit amongst the bones of judgement You are never ending drawn out
And demise of others
to oversee the mistrials
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?.
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