Blood

What more can I say to express myself

I write what I feel

I feel what I am.

Creeping through the night

Searching.

Hear the pulse

The sweet lifeblood.

Smell it

The thick aroma

Spiced up and alive

Drain it all

Until it's gone.

Corpses on the street

Hide them, Burn them, Drown them.

I am not to blame.

It's my nature.

Families ruined by my greed

Not my concern.

Must have it

The red that flows through my lips.

Down my throat

Soothing my thirst.

The life of a vampyre.

- Carly Floyd

12/3/07