"VAMPIRE"
I WALK THE STREETS ALONE AT NIGHT,
WITHOUT WORRIES, FEAR OR FRIGHT.
BODIES RARELY PASSING BY,
WHILE OWLS AND BATS LET OUT THEIR CRY.
THEIR MUSIC ECHOS THROUGH MY EARS,
AS I SLOWLY WIPE AWAY MY TEARS.
I REALIZE NOW - WHAT I MUST DO,
WHAT I WILL PUT MY NEXT VICTIM THROUGH.
MY STEPS FALL HEAVY ON THE GROUND,
WHILE MY HEART BEGINS TO POUND.
SURROUNDED IN DARKNESS - ALONE AT NIGHT,
WITH NO ONE LURKING IN MY SIGHT.
RARELY A PERSON PASSES BY,
THEY FEAR TO LOOK ME IN THE EYE.
I GAZE AT THEM - AS IF THEY WERE A GHOST,
WONDERING IF THEY WOULD BE THE PERFECT HOST.
A HOST TO ME - TO BE MY FEAST,
FOR I AM A DARK AND FIERCE BEAST.
I FEED ON THE NIGHT, DARKNESS AND DECAY,
CAUSING MY VICTIMS TO PASS AWAY.
SENSUALLY PUTTING THEM IN A TRANCE,
WATCHING THEIR EMOTIONS DANCE.
THEY FALL HELPLESS UNDER MY SPELL,
AS I PUT THEM INTO A MENTAL HELL.
WITH ONE SWIFT MOVE - I BEGIN MY KILL,
HOLDING MY PRISONER AGAINST THEIR WILL.
I BEGIN TO DRAIN AND FEED,
WATCHING MY VICTIM WRITHE AND BLEED.
THEY ARE SO INNOCENT AND SO PURE,
BUT FOR MY CONDITION THERE IS NO CURE.
I AM DAMNED UNTO THIS LIFE,
ONE THAT’S FILLED WITH DEATH AND STRIFE.
I CANNOT HELP MY EVIL WAYS,
IN WHICH ONLY MY VICTIM PAYS.
THEY PAY THE PRICE FOR CROSSING MY PATH,
AS I DECIDE TO UNLEASH MY WRATH.
I LET THEM SLIP FROM MY ARMS,
NEVER WANTING TO CAUSE THEM HARM.
I LEAVE THEM THERE - TO DECAY,
BURYING THEM OUT OF THE PUBLIC’S WAY.
I EMERGE BACK ONTO THE STREET,
WHAT I HAVE JUST DONE HAS BEEN NO SMALL FEAT.
I WIPE MY MOUTH AND QUICKEN MY PACE,
NEVER LOOKING AT THE MOON’S FACE.
MY BODY WRAPPED IN SIDE MY CAPE,
HIDING MY GAUNT AND FRAIL SHAPE.
THE FEW ON THE STREET STEP OUT OF MY WAY,
NOTICING THE FAINT SMELL OF DECAY.
IT IS NOT THEM WHO I WANT,
I HAVE ALREADY COMITTED MY NIGHTLY HAUNT.
THEY STAND FROZEN AS I PASS,
THEIR EYES FIXED UPON ME LIKE GLASS.
NO ONE DARES TO COME NEAR,
FOR IT IS ME - WHO THEY FEAR.
-Ana
07-03-97
WRITING