I walk, I prowl

I stalk the darkness of the Streets

To find the crimson reward I so desparately crave

My soul cries for its deliverance to its insatiable hunger

My victim is one like me

Dark, Dank and mysterious

The bleeding heart is what I seek to devour

I betray life with each one I take

only to sweeten 30 seconds of my own

Return to me, o my lifeless soul

I walk on the otherside, yet I am among the living

Damned, and yet my salvation is the warm,

Crimson rivers that flow through your veins

Through the blackness, I can feel your heart beat

with every blessed thud

Every nectarless cadaver I leave in my wake

I can feel their blood pulsate within and through me

that is almost an orgasmic experience to take the drink of no return

As I see there memories and colors

When thry lay dying, with the ancestors gathered around to usher them into

heaven

An endless Hell

A blessed Heaven

A dream... a Life

Bloodlust....

Words whispered by the dying on the wayside

Bloodlust...

staying in my lifeline, I am an entity

So hollow inside, and yet filled with an endless pleasure