View Of My Nature 2 (2003) (R) Poem by David Joel Rodriguez

I now run the streets in find of flavor,
the thirst is beating me to death,
running around like a lost madman
soon to discover tasty succus.

Yes, my favorite rich color,
The rush of evil; an enactment of Seth*.
The enjoyment of killing is not my plan.
In the end wondering, 'what's come of Us'?

Living in the dark, alone in my favor,
Even though I pose as my own threat,
Always wondering how all this began.
Through every feed I slowly confess,

Another victim is observed for more.
Tearing of flesh with more rage that I get,
Blood stains on my face as if a suntan.
My eyes view the dark sky as I devour this feast.

In this fondness for lusty gore,
The corpse leaves this world and yet,
remorse has seem to attack me once again;
lukewarm feel in my veins; energy I slowly possess.