Am I Alive?
I have no pulse,
I have no heartbeat,
I have no pump in my lungs,
I have no blood running through my veins.
I am blood thirsty.
Red as a rose,
Thick as glue.
Blood helps you breathe,
Helps you live.
But, me?
I want it for my thristy,
The taste of blood is, oh so sweet.
I like to play with my food,
Chasing it around in the night.
Oh, but why do you have to torment me,
By getting away?
Never mind though, I can catch you another time,
That's a promise.
'Til then, There's a nice, juicy, plumped man over there.
I can smell him from here,
And it smells so sweet.
I am the one, who goes bump in the night,
The monster under the bed,
The devil in the wardrobe.
I am the one who watches you.
The one with the glowing eyes in the pitch black,
The one who tastes your scent in the blank air,
The one who hears your pumping heart, in the dead of night,
The one who feels your pulse in the closed off space,
The one who smells your sweat in the polluted atmosphere.
I am not human,
I am not an alien either,
or a vampire,
nor a zombie.
I am a monster,
The devil,
The undead.
My skin is pale as snow,
Cold as ice.
I have no soul,
I haven't for a long time.
I find it amazing,
I am free,
Free from guilt,
Free from dying,
Free from love,
Who needs it anyway?
I don't.
I still hate,
I still anger.
Best not get on the wrong side of me,
or your death with be slow and painful.
But even if your not in my bad books,
If your just out at night,
I'll still kill you,
My thirst for blood is over powering.
Not that I'm complaining,
The taste will never get old.
If you haven't guessed already,
I am dead,
And after your blood,
Your oh so sweet blood.
I like to play with my food,
SO run while you still got a chance,
Run!