Painful, bleeding, screaming, calling, crying, when you're becoming.
Uttering, murmuring, yelling, drinking, when you're becoming.
Changing fast, slowly aging, heart burning fire when you're becoming.
Pale skinned, blood red to blue eyed, when you're becoming.
Teeth enlarging, body attacked by something when you're becoming.
Nails glossy, sharp, tipped like broken glass when you're becoming.
Rising off the floor, floating over ground, walking on ceilings and walls when you're becoming.
Skin so cold, like ice, heart red with desire for a sweet swallow of blood when you're becoming.
Fangs penetrating, hands caressing, body convulsing when you're becoming.
Killing, taking, betraying, when you have become one of us.
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I would like to translate this poem
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