When the wind calls and darkness falls
Who then is the night?
Wolves howling
Demons prowling-
Is this the end?
I open my mouth and a silent scream escapes
Eyes roll to the back of my head.
Can you hear my cry!?
I can taste blood on my lips...such sweetness.
My victim lies unconscious while my hear pounds and ears ring as I gnaw my fingers.
What have I done!? Will he awake?
Bile rises from deep within,
choking back tears of remorse as despair clings like a second skin.
It wasn't suppose to be like this!
A voice—my voice—laments, pleadingly.
But the monster, the ravenous beast with hunger and thirst yearning to be filled
could not be caged.
Oh God! the taste of blood holds me captive, it sings to me....
Mo sheinneadair. My singer.
The melody of his blood binds me, and still—
What have I become!?
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