A vile insipid desire invades my
shriveled barely beating heart
Horribly painful hunger flows
through my shrunken veins.
Vengeance's horrifying need
violently crashes through my dark
soul until I can't stand it anymore.
So I arise from the dark depths of
my home to greedily feed upon the
blood of the unfortunate souls
of the living.
Donavon Scott Vinson
