'05 Behind the Face of a Natural Killer

How does such a gift truly happen to a nice person?  There it began when I walked toward the shadows.  I neatly took my steps one by one hoping that the next step takes me home.  I really can’t stand the dark, but it's a nice place to be when I don't want to be bothered.  Not like I wanted to stroll around here.  I just needed a short cut. What can I say but, here it comes...

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I...didn't...ask for...thiss! Rrrrr! It hurrts!!  My skin...it's...it's so so cold...  AHHH! not again!!  My skin is burning now!  There I lie weak and defenseless...  feeling brand knew to a world I never even wanted to be in.  What's happening to my face?!?  My hand filled with my own blood from new nails.  (The thirst for blood feels like I just got back from the desert). I'm scared! I don't...want to kill anymore.  I don't understand why I have to grow new fingernails everytime.  It hurts!  All this new forming experience makes me feel tired...so damn...tired.   I am not awake nor sleeping.  Where is this place?  Dreams are still attacking me during the day, even brightness hurts my vision.  Pulsating faces of unfamiliar people seem to keep appearing.  Who are you and what do you want?!  (Somebody get this little boy out of here)  Babies crying are not making this any better.  My veins want to explode with some kind of excitement as if shivering in lust.  It's dark now.  I have an urge of needing a drink.  Why are you guiding me here? (this is the place you will feed)  I don't want to, I don't know how and I don't want to learn!.  (You will do nothing. Your instincts will do the rejuvinating work)  I panic in weakness thinking about the taste of the soft lustrous victim.  She slowly walks through light for safety.  I can not help but to snatch her in darkness.  Why am I even planning this!  (Somebody help me!) Why am I doing this?  (Because you know you won't get caught!)  I grasp immediately and plunge my sharp ritual teeth.  She suffers in gulping screams, shortly falling unconscious to her death.  I do not stop to wonder others, if any. I continued to devour this gorgeous gourmet full delicious great iron red.  Letting go was the hardest step, but it leaves a tingling in my teeth with a light-headed memory. Licking my lips, not wasting a drop was all I needed. My eyes regain strength showing true color. My skin warms up like the earth's last sunrise. My body never felt so discovered that my eyes became watery... I am not dead, I am ALIVE, behind the face of a natural killer...

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Okay... this is the last time I'll be ignorant! haha! Since you're a sweet guy, why don't you write poems about stuffed animals or bubbles or cotton candy? Anyway, this poem was rather weird and crazy.