As my nails dug in I could feel the flesh tear.
Blood was all i craved.
Sunk my teeth into the pale skin.
It was screaming at me.
I could see the veins out lines.
All I wanted was the blood.
The flesh.
The taste.
Panting, sweating,crying I woke.
The thirst had come back.
I'd beaten it for so long.
But now the cold feeling of death is trickling through my body.
And I know that I will need to feed.
I return to my sleep on a blood soaked pillow.
And slept in a dreamless slumber
