Immortal Night Walker Poem by Taralee Wozneak

In the darkest of nights in the shadows unknown
Mortal blood quenches my thirst of hunger’s desire
I stalk the weak for they possess what I crave
Therefore I prey without mercy abiding
Drool drips black red down my lips of luring
Like lava running down the lei of destruction
My eyes leer lore prowling victims un-expecting
Venom of death door’s poison runs through my veins
But I am not the predator but a victim within my own darkest of dreams
Falling endlessly in the eternal abyss of Hades’ oubliette
Because although I seek the blood of mere mortal man
I must bear the burden of eternal subsistence living as the angel of darkness
For I will never rest in peace until reaper pays his visit
Till then I journey the centuries shunned alone in emotional desolation
Coz my soul is numb from the years of pain’s endurance
Forever losing the soul of my conscience
Empty tears of blood trickle down my face
Yearning for the heart which reaps black with aura’s hate
How I wish I were mortal
How I wish I were human for just one day

Only then would I feel
Only then would I see
The pain and torture
The sadness and despair

Not always do I choose to take a life with each repast
Sometimes I permit their pitiful existence
Some mortify themselves huddled in the corner
Desperately wanting to wake from the nightmares of reality
From the face of one who can never see light
Forever haunting and torturing their mental sights
Ludicrous feelings that I can never feel
Emotions that exist merely within the darkest corners of my mind

I wish I could see what they see
I wish that I could feel what they feel
The pain and torture
The sadness and despair

Other times I make them suffer
Exerting them to become just as I am
Forcing them to endure the life I walk
The path I’ve been forced to saunter all my life
Self-sentiments long dead from the histories of eras past
Meandering under the hour glass like a malignant shadow
Forever walking amongst mere mortals
Overt to notions that our races can never entwine
Because one can never fathom the life of a Nightwalker
As it would compel their thoughts to oblivious madness
Feelings untouched never to surface
Feeding, raping, hiding from the day

Only then they can see what I see
Only then they can feel what I feel
The pain and torture
The sadness and despair

This is what I am
From the moment my body died
Resurrected as something impeccable
Alone I must walk upon this sphere of verve
Because as Time gets older
I must remain forever the same

Because this is what I feel
Because this is what I see
The pain and torture
The sadness and despair

Hail Mary full of grace
Christ the Saviour is with thee
As He is with those who are birthed from womb
To grow to man and die emaciated
I am damned to the gates of Hell
Because I am to live to murder to feed
As of the second I died to Immortality
I am as I am now and always will be forever

Forever I will feel
Forever I will see
The pain and torture
The misery and despair