To walk amongst the dead nplauged by an undeniable thirst for blood. nStained by an immortal suffering given to you. nnAcceptance from your kind nis only a temporal solution to your misery. nTranscending time haunts your very existence visions nof events are forever imbedded in your mind. nnFor you are never allowed to sleep eternally. nCountless prey have satisfied your hunger. nIntoxicated with the essence of life nblood tastes so sweet nnThe lives of many course through your veins. nTo live off the lives of others seems morbid. nBut to you they are only a source of food nBlood splatters as you bite deep and hard nDraining every once of liquid. nnA lifeless corpse falls to the ground. nAs you stand before the waste you create. nA path walked time and time again. nnHas darkened the emotionless heart. nTo deny the pleasures of feelings nnTo feel one would certainly starve to death. nBut how ironic since death does not become you. nAs you sit amongst the bones of judgement ncontemplating your role. nnYou are never ending drawn out nto oversee the mistrials nAnd demise of others nA prisoner of your own prison nnImmortally condemned to you nWhy does this have to be? nnImmortally condemned to you nWhy does this have to be?