To the Immortal
You are a vampire.
Forever damned to walk the earth,
Alone.
Forced to steal the lives of the innocent,
So the sweet taste of blood can fill your mouth,
And warm your cold, dead fleash,
As it overlaps your lips,
And trickles down your chin.
You are a vampire.
As you make your nightly rounds,
You ask yourself.
Why was I chosen?
Why can I not pass on with the rest?
Why can't I stop?
The same questions,
Every night.
Every day.
As you sleep,
In your cramped wooden hell.
Because,
You are a vampire.
