Nightwalker

Nightwalker Born of tainted blood Created in one erotic moment Sharp pains and blood were your nursery A coffin served as your crib You live in the night You have never seen the sun The moon and stars are your companion You wander in darkness Looking and searching for the right person The full moon rises above your head The blood lust builds inside of you Even though you fight it has complete control Drawing you to attack Making you want to feast on warm blood Forcing you to kill The sun rises and you sleep Your bed is your coffin and the soil of your grave Dead but not dead Living but not living Stuck in a world between realities Such is your existence for an eternity A nightwalker cursed to be alone If only you had a choice as a baby Would that be the existence you would choose? Loneliness, death and blood An eternity with love The solitary life of a nightwalker