You run into your chamber.
So scared of what you are becoming.
The bodies lying on your floor.
The blood around your crimson lips.
The hand prints on your clothes.
Each one a symbol of what you can't escape.
The monster you are.
You weep bitter stinging tears.
Each one makes you die a little inside.
Your mind is over whelmed with the urge to feed.
You give in and walk out of your room.
As you leave you hear something stir.
You turn and look at the mangled remains of something that used to be a man.
You laugh.
Turn again and leave.
