I lived in ruin.
My life captured in dripping blood,
the still lines painted with my victims' cries.
I lived in ruin,
blending with the night,
shrouded in darkness,
for the moon hides
in fear of the monster it created.
I was the dreaded and fierce panther
coming alive in the jungle
stalking my prey unnoticed
then seizing the moment
to pounce on my victims.
In a nightmare,
a living nightmare,
my mouth found their fragile neck
white teeth sink into flesh,
and warm liquid flowed out.
Greedily I drank like a starved child until
my brown eyes were dark red.
In those nights I lived in bloodlust,
consumed by the vampire instincts inside me.
Perhaps, after all,
the savage beast couldn't hide for long,
filled with greed until my pain was gone.
