so where did it all begin
was it at birth
or later
at the first death of love
somthing became twisted
so will this night
bring salvation
or is that just a forlorn hope
who knows
the pain is taking over again
every thing makes less sense
but the urge to feed returns
not the blood sucking vampire kind of feeding
but allmost as bad
i feed on human emotions
i find love ..nurishing..
far more than hate or fear
so i will once more go hunt in the night
for somone lost and alone
who can be turned
turned into loveing me
until i fade away like mist
again …
i am but a man
but i feed like a creature of the night
just to keep alive…
am i evil?
never to see dawn again?