Blood Lust Poem by Orlando Belo

I found out by the purest accident
that I like the taste of blood.
I felt kind of ashamed to tell anyone,
but denying it would do no good.

I developed an unnatural craving for it
and bought liver, as much as I could.
But the taste failed miserably to satisfy,
which left me thirsting for human blood.

I broke into the Transfusion Service
and drank all the bags that I stole.
The security camera led to my arrest.
I was found guilty of having no soul.

They placed me in a mental hospital
and tried to cure my unnatural thirst.
But the substitute blood proved useless
and only made my craving worse.

The daylight began to hurt my eyes,
my incisor teeth grew sharp and long.
I could now see clearly in the darkness
but I desired blood upon my tongue.

My cell mate became lifeless and frail,
because he enjoyed giving his blood.
Other inmates willingly contributed,
the staff and guards also tasted good.

In the short time I have been a prisoner
I have become a much healthier man.
Every person here must take the credit
for helping me become what I am.

Despite this the parole board won't release me
even though they consider that I am cured.
Next week I'm being transferred to an open prison
where new friends are definitely assured.