Enveloped in the dark rage of night,
I have become what I am;

A vicious hunger drives me onward,
A thirst for the precious lifeforce
of the innocent and guilty alike;

I was mistaken when I thought life (or unlife) 
would be easier this way,
It is in a physical sense but not of the mind;

Every emotion is intensified to the extreme,
The pain of the wound and the break of the heart;

To move among the living is like walking on eggshells
for the fear of being discovered runs deep,
And to fight the urge to tear out their throats and feed
is a struggle like no other;

The hate inside grows as I grow,
And the darkness blackens like pitch
with each foe of my kind that I encounter;

The loss of friends is painful,
But the loss of family at my own 
hands is worse;

To show how I really feel would show that I am weak
in some's eyes,
To know how I really feel shows that I am in mine;

I fell in love with one most unlikely,
And the effort to reach his heart is a 
constant uphill battle;

He knows as I do the pain of this state of being,
Although one might think that it is infinate we are 
a fragile to each other as mortals are to their own;

So now I lay down to sleep as the sun rises in the sky,
With all these thoughts to bring on the dreams of the 
eternaly damned.