The Hidden Gift



heart beating at a quickened pace
moonlit glow across my face
a strength within has yet to show
a thirst for blood which no one knows

the darkness of night, the light of day
my hunger grows, my hunger stays
a gift or curse, i am not sure
but one thing is certain there is only one cure

the crimson flow, a sweetened liquid
that runs through the veins of and unlucky victim
and though i do not embrace the technique
it would clear my mind and i could think

i pray for another time, another place
back when this gift i could embrace
but for the present i am thankful
although the bitter judgement i am less that grateful

the years i have lived i am underestimated
by ignorant humans i am degraded
but on the inside i bear an evil grin
for almost no one knows the power within

of which i carry, of which i maintain
the bodies in a past life whice i have slain
it would be so easy for me to break you
but for the moment kindness overrules and i will spare you.