I ponder the point of existence?
The reason for life?
Where we should go when we die?
I thought these were all answers I had figured out
Till the day
I was refused Death
I awoke from
Enraptured by a craving for life
Everything that lived
Needed to provide
It was the only way
I would feel truly alive…
When it starts
You can not possibly hope
To attain control
The thirst will consume you whole!
You’ll kill anyone you can find
Not yet having the ability to turn them
Lost & confused by the pain
You only want their life…
You only want to taste that sweet nectar
That flows through their veins…
You have no control in the beginning
No understanding of truth
Only the craving
The thirst to kill
It is impossible in strength
For at first
That thirst is endless in need
Like a babe sucking from the teat
You take it from the neck…
Well, that’s the eventual organ of preference
In the beginning,
You rip people in two!
YOU TASTE OF THEIR INSIDES!
IT DOES NOT MATTER WHERE OR WHEN!
YOU MUST FEED!
Be it from the dirt of the earth
The still beating heart of mortal man
Wherever you can get it
You can get it…
You will FEED!
In time, your insanity
Your ravenous trance…
It will subside…
Bringing with it new understanding & confusion
The voice of your master will speak from within
You’ll find your way to them
They teach you
…For a while…
How to tune out the noise of the mortal souls
To avoid the sunlight for a time
With mastery however,
Even that can be overcome…
You learn to control your urges
To a degree
How to blend among those who believe themselves
Ruler of the earth we all see
You do not however,
Have the answer as to why?
Why eternal life?
Why endless existence?
Humanity calls us by Vampire in name…
We adopted that in time
Many of us, walking among them…
Only a few being turned
You are not given the answer as to why though…
Only taught how to survive
In truth, no stake will kill us…
The sun burns but, it does not kill
It incapacitates till night
You are a Master of the most ancient kind…
Fire will not kill us
It will however burn…
To thirst will torment us…
We must sate our desires
Near every night in the beginning
Lest we experience an unending pain
A pain like no other
One that only brings with it…
Carnal pleasures though a way to woo the living…
Have no real meaning except the high of control
A chance to sate the thirst
We can feel but, we cannot procreate
We can only turn
…Sometimes simply feed…
…Or if we choose to…
What is the point of any of it?!
I will live longer than time
Why are we placed here?
What is the purpose of life?
Death, if granted it?
What is the purpose of a soul that is turned into I…
Versus one who becomes a specter of the night?
There was a time
I tried to achieve death…
I did not find a way to claim it
Nor have any of my kind
To my knowledge…
There is no longer Death
For those like myself
There is only the insatiable desire!
The curse to live eternally!!!
Most of all though
There is that with no end
…The thing we call…