Blood under my fingertips
Satisfaction on my lips
Blood drips down the tips
A little blood smeared my lips
Blood glints off my teeth
Death rises from beneath
My desire rises in till I’m about to burst
I can’t stand to restraint from the thrust
I need to live, to feed, to take, and it’s all a must
Not at will, but at the need. I was made to destroy trust
I don’t care. No need to care. Nothing new.
Dried blood blends with my eyes.
I lay to rest for the days to come to here the lies.
My head hurts and my heart rams
As I wish there was more to what I am.
Rivers O'Donahue
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lonely-vampire/
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