Cold chills creep up her body
she shivers and takes a deep breathe
where am i she whispers
no one answers
blood trickles down her face
she gently washes it away
all that she can remember is that she was walking
but as starts she hears laughter from behind
and the memories start to flood her mind with
guilt and suffering
she has done something that can't be taken back
she has killed
and now the taste of blood is in her
the urge has taken over her
and now she belongs to the night
