Eternal Rest

Eternal Rest

Night has fallen, dense fog rolls in
The damp air carries an aroma of sin
Titillating my senses, teasing the tongue
Arousing the hunger from what I've become

Some are oblivious, yet some beg and plead
But beggars can't be choosy, I do it for need
All of them sinners, not one of them saint
For religion no bother my blood it would taint

Never draining more than I need
To do so would be labeled as greed
No desire to turn them into what I am now
Just to end their pain is all I will allow

Junkies feigning outside drug clinics
Fall to my prey, with promises of fix
Women of the night selling their goods
On corners and alleys of city neighborhoods

Murderer, Thugs, and hard core convicts
Are among some of my top picks
Evil the blood, but their knowledge I crave
Centuries have passed...Yet, I'm still the slave