Written by: Mischief's Influence, Feanor Nimethlya
Date: Saturday, November 15th, 2003
Addressed to: Everyone
The hunger inside given to me
Makes me what I am
Always it is calling me
For the blood of man
They say I cannot be this
I am jaded
Hiding from the day
I can't bare it, I cannot tame the hunger in me
Oh, I say I did it
Always searching
You can't mess with me
So instead you'll taste my pain
The hunger inside given to me
Makes me feel alive
Always out stalking prey
In the dark I hide
Feeling, falling, hating
Feel like I'm fading, hating life
They say I cannot be this
I am jaded
Hiding from the day
I can't bare it
I cannot tame the hunger in me...
Oh, I say I did it
Always searching
You can't mess with fate
So instead you'll taste my pain
You say your life I'm taking
Always bothering me
I can't take this anymore
I'm failing, always smothering me
You look down on me
Hey what you see
Take this gift from me
You will soon be me
Nothing seems exciting
Always the same hiding
It's haunting me...
Any comments about this poem send me a message, thanks
Penned by my hand on the 4th of Midsummer, in the year 114 MA.
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