The night holds no sweetness for
these eyes as I wander the streets
in search of some tasteless treat.
I know the blood I drink will hold
no flavour, nor will it sate this thirst
that wells up within me now.
Love lost, even on this creature of the night.
Forlorn, left to walk in desolation, a
lone wolf to stalk the night in search
of something that does not exist.
That ashen taste in my mouth sickens
me to no end as I drink haphazardly
from my victims, discarding them
where ever I see fit.
I cannot live, yet I cannot die. I am
in hell here, trapped within my own
mind. A creature of the night left
to her own devices when not even a
blade can soothe the need to bleed