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Become 11/96

What have I become to have such feelings
Of death
Blood
And darkness?
Still even as I shudder at the thought,
I dream of it fondly.
It is all I have left,
Life is lost but I am not destroyed.
Songs of sympathy stretch out sensuosly,
Remembering all the details which i have long forgotten.
That midnight all too long ago.
That was when I became what I became.
What have I become?
Creature of the night?
Guardian of Heaven or Hell;
If there are such things.
Angel of darkness, a dark angel.
The Vampire
Blood drinker, drained of life.
I am addicted to red life.
It flows through you.
Streams through your sweet soft skin.
I will not hurt you;
If I had a choice not to.
This lust, this curse, forever damnation.
It keeps me from the living if they should live.
It lures me to them, if they are to die.
So much control.
Oh so little restraint.