Full on blood,
still warm from the vein,
I reach euphoria.
The taste brings me
to a higher plane,
momentarily,
where I don't care
that I am a beast,
a vile creature,
capable of sacrifice,
of innocent death,
of bleeding a living thing
until it no longer breathes.
And then the moment passes.
I am faced with a choice.
Let the fallen fall,
or bring about a dark evolution,
a black metamorphosis,
an irreversible destiny.
Is death more welcome
than the quasi-life of a vampire?
Is immortality a gift,
a curse,
an option?
I have never made
another like me.
Do I want to?
~Drake
still warm from the vein,
I reach euphoria.
The taste brings me
to a higher plane,
momentarily,
where I don't care
that I am a beast,
a vile creature,
capable of sacrifice,
of innocent death,
of bleeding a living thing
until it no longer breathes.
And then the moment passes.
I am faced with a choice.
Let the fallen fall,
or bring about a dark evolution,
a black metamorphosis,
an irreversible destiny.
Is death more welcome
than the quasi-life of a vampire?
Is immortality a gift,
a curse,
an option?
I have never made
another like me.
Do I want to?
~Drake