Eternal Nights Poem by ASENA MARIE SATAN'S SPAWN

I linger in the night;
Woundering through these streets,
Seeing people run from fright.

I am feared by some;
Hated by others…
They all think I’m actually having fun.

Like a wolf or a cat,
I am a creature of the night.
What’s so wrong with that?

Why must I fight
To walk these streets;
To walk my own eternal nights?

I only feed when I need.
But, yet I am treated
Like it is a Hell-sent deed.

I feel like you do.
Only forever does this pain and loneliness
Haunt me, as well as do you