borderline

blame can be placed on

the chemical reactions in my veins

for all the messingup I've done,

struggling to be seen by those

with no eyes.

I know where I am

and I have my motives,

still I spend my time watching

sand fall through the hourglass hovering out of reach,

spinning my silvery string

round and round

waiting for some unsuspecting being

to fall victim to it

and when one does

I'll wind them up

and suffocate them;

pierce my fangs through the body cast and

drink their blood.

I am a vampire with 8 personalities,

ravenously searching for more,

refusing to accept my endless thirst

and my lustful urge to gain what I want

only to destroy it.