The bloodthrist is taking over

The bloodthrist is taking over. Coming over me like dark clouds over a large city. Darkness is hunting me down, driving me to complete insanity. Cutting my tongue when closing my mouth. These fangs, cursed fangs. I feel no warmth, only cold. My heart no longer beating. All I can think about is feeding, feeding, feeding. Cannibalism, the sin of sins. Although no longer am I human. Walking the streets at night, the spawn of Satan himself. The simple sight of light makes me cringe. Not fear, I feel no fear. Reaction is all it is, built into my lack of soul. I feel no love, I feel no hate… only for myself. Never tire to bed, never to be entertained, never to smile. My only reason of existence is death. My curse to the world… to kill, to kill to quench my unquenchable thirst. Hunger all I feel. Blood all I smell, the beating of hearts all I hear. It's the only way to tell the difference between us and them. I hate me. Pacing the room, as though nothing to do. I walked to my closet. Hinges rusted from the water dripping from the paint chipped ceiling. I take the gun from the bottom shelf, the smooth, cold metal. I pull back on the hammer, still feeling nothing but hate and hunger. The bullet runs through my skull, into my brain and out the other side. Falling for so long it feels like an abyss. I hit the floor, the ground quakes. I lye there hours, still alive and paralyzed. Ah, the smell of blood, my blood, how it haunts me.