The Vampire

An emptiness deep inside,
Comes out to play it will not hide,
I turn and change and show my venom,
I hate this game it makes me kill em.

I feel so mean, helpless at that,
A creature so feared as if a bat,
Come out to play at night they say,
I morph, I kill, I hunt my prey.

I wish to death to hear no voices,
To have my life, to make my choices,
I have no fun, I have no glory,
My nights are spent bloody and gory.

At night it starts, I choose a name,
A random event, that starts the game,
I hunt them down and then in time,
I latch on; suck life from them, my poisonous crime!