November 6

today's only my second day
as a completely crazed
hell-raised blood slave
known as a vampire
I've noticed an aversion
to the common person
as well as the sun's burnin'
which weighs down like a burden
on the surface of my skin
as well as the need to vend
blood from my former kin
I depend on it
watching from a distance
in this dimly lit prison
contricted by tension
tempted in a kitchen
filled with past delectables
however since change of profession
their taste is detestable
I can't even eat vegetables
lest I accept my own death
and bite into the flesh
of the one I love best
Jillibean you're next