Becoming

What life

was I living?

What am

I becoming?

THe transformation

from me into

what...?

The hunger hit.

Then and there.

Just...

happened.

I wanted

blood.

To kill.

Not me.

I was sure of it.

But it was.

I am

becoming a killer.

No choice.

No say.

This is me now.

What I am

becoming.