Death Manifest

Years fly past
and still no change.
Sixteen years old,
I remain the same.
A curse from heaven above,
or a blessing from hell below?

I walk around at night
watching lovers kiss.
I watch with pain in my heart
knowing I had that love once,
many years ago.
Even now I'll see
what was meant to be
but was taken from me
and left to be a memory.

Tears start to well in my eyes;
rage inside starts to slip out.
Then all at once,
I find that I've ripped into
another lover's neck.
I hear the other shriek in terror
at the sight of me
sucking the life from her love's throat.
After I finish with him,
I know I must do the same
to this innocent girl.
I catch her quick,
and I make sure the end is painless.
I lick her blood from
my perfect lips.

I am perfect to look at,
but my life is stained
with the blood of innocents
that I must kill to survive.
My long brown hair
and deep brown eyes
lure any man to sleep
in my arms of false security.