I have no home.
I have no friends.
My little world is made up of me.
I see no reason to show my emotions.
I have no reason to really be here.
Shall I say that I am needed?
All the things I know is that I am alone.
I have been left to fend for myself.
No family, no one to love, and no one to care.
I sleep within the alley ways.
There is no real shelter for me.
The loneliness is very depressing.
The pain of having nothing is unreal.
When your sleeping you find no peace.
There are only nightmares.
The darkness of the night is frightening.
The chill of the wind is brutal.
Hear the wind howling?
I do and it's every night that I hear it.
People stare and freak out over me.
They run in fear of me.
I can see why.
Have you ever felt left behind?
I have and it's everyday.
I can feel the fear from the people who look at me.
Feeling the fact that some are disgusted is weird.
Have you ever felt that?
I have and always will.
My blood has rushed before.
I can smell the warm food.
People sure have it easy.
I live on the streets.
I might be human but, I am not like those people.
They are lazy.
They have money to get food and shelter.
When I can't even afford a blanket or pillow.
I want to be loved but, I cannot see a future.
Rats steal the food that I find, so I go hungry.
Food is hard to find and get.
With no money, your out of luck.
I want to say that I am so hungry.
People cannot even help me out.
Do they have a heart?
No one has any clue anymore.
The reason they don't is because no one knows love.
Those like me that live on the street know love.
We must protect each other.
I don't accept help from the others.
I think of myself as a lone wolf.
Wandering the streets at night is dangerous.
No one ever knows what's really out there.
Many have died.
I have helped in these because my kind wanted me to help.
We run the streets.
We get rid of anyone who is not worthy.
All we do is regulate the streets.
The sun rises and sets to show our time to rise.
My kind can go out in the sun but, don't like it.
We would rather have the dark of night.
Night gives a better chance to attack our prey.
Everyday I get older but, don't show my age.
I live a mystery.
My eyes also glow the color of blood.
My clothing is a very dark blue with black.
Stealth is the key to attacking.
We are the night creatures.
I need blood to survive.
My mystery cannot be solved.
I won't let anyone solve it.
Too many have walked into my life.
In the end they do not survive me.
They have tried to get use to my secret.
All of them never have.
Until now though.
One is able to accept the beast I am.
This one is the only one.
I never thought that someone or some person would be able to.
Almost all people fear us, want to kill us, or want to be us.
But, this one person doesn't.
They would rather just be a friend.
I never knew the meaning until I met this person.
Us creatures only lived for ourselves.
We wanted nothing to do with these things called humans.
We would just kill them for blood.
Steal their food, shelter, and money.
All the new creatures of our kind would starve.
They didn't know anything.
I unfortunately am the last of my kind.
No one in my family is left.
I am all alone.
By: Destiny Showman