Loneliness
I feel empty inside
Like a seed carrying nothing
But the evils of the night
If blood is eternal
Why does it bring me no peace?
A creature of the dark
Condemned, stricken,
What does he have left to go on?
Maybe death is a blessing
One that is denied to me.
Or better yet,
One that I must strive for,
When I have completed my life's work,
To feed off of the living,
Barely even alive myself.