Blood

by Liz Miller   Jan 30, 2007


The drop that lasted...
The taste of a metal so strong...
It completes the transformation.

From man to monster...
From a normal healthy human...
It poisons and deranges the sane mind.

Coming slowly at first...
Coming "Home" to the Creator...
It really did seem like it was to be so.

A thirst so terrifying...
A vampires one single meal...
It creates a brand new being...

When the time comes...
When the hunter begins the hunt...
It is death or Hell for the chosen pray.

Thriving on the thirst...
Thriving off of the superior feeling...
It brings an addiction of blood and power.

Screaming as a monster...
Screaming with a warrior's cry...
It brings forth a monster, killer...of all.

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