I crave the taste

The rush i get when it drips from my fangs

The pleasure in her pain 

The agony of her voice

I feel no regret

No remorse

This is I

Whom no one understands

Cursed to walk forever with inferior man

I crave the taste of my last breath

I pray the day that i taste death

A bastard

A pitiful bastard I am

Who is the feind who made me who I am

Out of my mothers womb I was born a human

By my creators fangs I became a nuisance

Cursed , cursed with eternal life

I know no death

So what is life

How can i live when I'm forced to abide in the shadows

To take his life 

Make his wife a widow

And for his death no tear I cry

I pray the day 

That I May Die


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