Cinerous Drops of November Rain.

Eyes weary, recovering from endless Shewl.
The people there are pale, and fail to stir me.
Bearing tormented hours, learning "golden" rules.
Everyone wants to shine, and they all glimmer with hypocrisy.

I needed a rest, and tried in their waste rooms.
But they crowded the place, and their stench filled the air.
An artificial Hell, was emanating from the fumes.
And my vomit revealed that it was far too much to bear.

They eat, drenched in filth, and what they call food -disgusting.
Butchered animals, stripped of their fluids, and their parts laid on ceramic.
Chomping, and chattering, they ate with their fussing.
The place was dung, and I was starving, desperately famished.

It was then time to depart, leaving with my relieving sighs.
I went home with a limp, hating Shewl and it's creatures , preparing to eat.
Arriving, A friend was unexpectant, and knew not the time nigh.
And I dashed to his neck, smiling through gnashing teeth.

I drank, and drank, gasping between every drink.
While the blood flowed like heaven, riding down my parched throat.
Satisfied with my dinner, I cleaned up near the sink.
And met my next friend outside, in the cold, with a coat.