The troubled

I wake up smiling in an evil grin
I wake up thinking about the wrong I have done
I go for my walks while I try and fight back my thirst for blood
People look at me and run off
It's not my fault I can't control it
It's like a drug the taste of blood is wonderful
I try to find my next victim and drain them
One with perfect blood
Rare is more preferred
I have to find it out first friends then death
Nothing beats eating the flesh first
And pulling the veins out and devouring it without expression
My parents were first to be drained now they lie dead under my basement floor
I'm running out of people to drink
My girlfriend died second crucified at a cross
She lies in my backyard
It's a curse it's a craving the thirst it's all so real the adrenaline it's like a dream a fantastic fantasy that some cant accomplish
I mark my victims by cuts on there cheek that turn to scars
I found my next victim he should be good the cop that tried to put me in an institution
Tonight I feast on the flesh of authority