'human'

I feel the craving taking over, that a need to both run and fly.

To feel my feet pelt the ground and that to be weightless.

I am warm but cold. I belong to the world or is it to another?

I long for the warmth of the sun yet fear its touch.

I am neither the wolf nor the vamp whilst I am both.

My hunt is futile. Do I chase or wait to be chased? Why do I spit at my pack, never happy alone or known.
I thirst for the blood yet I am hungry for the flesh. No corpse do I save for the church yard grave.

I howl out only for it to come out a vampire’s song.

Am I dead or alive? My immortal soul will not be saved this way, for my body is not quite the same.
I will die; by a hunter’s gun or a victim of the stake, I will die. What realm of hell will be mine?
The souls of men and women on my hands, not a drop spilt, there is no one else to blame.

This is my hell.
No where I belong.

A cloud of vicious emotions flow into teeth designed to kill, but no, my body reminds cool whilst my mind boils.

Animal and not.

This is a price I pay for being, in your eyes, but ‘human’.