I
can come out, only in the darkened night.
I'm
treated frighteningly, in someone's surprised sight.
My
anguish inside, torments me to my bone.
Did
I ask for this? No, but I bear it alone.
I was
bitten from a bite,
as cold
as Winter's frost.
The
life I had in front of me, gone now, all lost.
Why,
with no heartbeat, do my eyes still see?
Why,
with my mind still thinking, do I know it's not me?
Run
away from me now, don't play the hero fool.
The
smell of life within you, sets my fangs to drool.
To
survive in my plight, I'm forced to drink your blood.
Afterwards,
the guilt of murder, hits me like a flood.
I was a good man once, never committing the mortal sin.
Then
why was I burdened, with all of Hell within?
I
did not ask, to roam the night undead.
Given
eternal damnation, for my soul can never mend.
I
thought of my ending, turning myself over to the Church.
But
not until I find revenge, upon the Beast that I still search.
He is
the Beast, who's victims, never fail to die.
Their
life cut short, but their souls are never free to fly.
Then why
did he decide, that my soul should be the one.
To
decay in darkness,
never
seeing the light of the Sun.
So I
follow the path of death, and I'll eat along the way.
Until I
meet up with that Beast, some future fateful day.
Then I
will destroy him, so no more of my kind.
Because, the thought of
your blood inside me, creeps through both of our cursed minds.
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