Never Ending Feed Poem by Nick Levesque

The blood on my hands,
the woman on the ground,
the blood running from her neck,
doesn’t make a sound.
The help that I want to offer,
but the blood makes me strong,
what is happening to me,
have I gone all wrong?
I hear footsteps in the leaves,
my senses tells me to feed,
I can’t allow myself to do it,
but I must do it, I’m in need.
The voice in my head calls out,
you must feed or you will die,
I lose control of myself,
as I begin to shout.
I can’t let myself get caught,
by this horrible thing I hear,
I have to walk away,
I slowly thought.
The beast is taking control,
but now I must fight,
for the sake of this woman,
and to do what is right.
I soon lost the battle,
now this is who I am,
a monster in desperate need,
of a never ending feed.