undead perspective

In a throng of people, so terribly alone.
I look like one of them, but cold to the bone
Thriving on the blood of the living still
So sweet a nectar, yet such a bitter pill
My senses expanded, each smell each taste so near
If I give in to my beast, the price will be dear
Momentary satisfaction, but then the fall
Rise each night, must answer hungers call
My past, with each night fades to grey
they grow old, I'm not heard when I pray
Damned, cursed, blessed gifted with unlife always
but the sun has set on all my days
The sun once a source of warmth and fun
now would serve as the path to be undone
My courage of course fails me there, as it is meant to do
Survival instinct lives on, even in a lie so true
Power, this I have in spades, if I wish it so
But always more, stronger exist, beyond the show
Pulling strings, flaps of wings, eyes in the dark
The pathetic-ness of my reality is rather stark
Once you get past the glamor and the thrill of forevermore
You see eternity can be a real bore.
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Stong, now, a victim never again
can walk right into a crime filled den
faster, more powerful than all the insects that scurry below
My pretty face, is more than just for show
I can awe them, I can read their minds
and I can peel them like lemon rinds
I can punch through walls,
all the animals heed my calls,
Disapear into shadow, and control it too,
Spread my idea of madness true
Sink into the earth,
give someone rebirth
I'm the most potent bitch in town
don't make me frown
I'll suck your blood
till your name is mud
and you don't know a thing
cept I am the king.
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Look at them, oblivious content or discontent
I watch from the shadows, to seethe and to vent
Stalking, hunting, sizing up the once friend
Now I contemplate how to get their blood and give them their end
Once a boss, a coworker an underling a lover or an enemy now
just the flavor of my life, the rights of a cow
They don't know, can't know we exist and are here
Panicked mobs, torches, would result from their fear
Always on the periphery, walking on the edge
who or what I really am, would have them jumping off the ledge
I was once a man, but now I'm more and less
Their ignorance is their doom, and yet it seems to bless