Life with Fangs

As I transfer from reality
I lose my mortality
I become a freak.
I’m no longer weak.
Blood I’m constantly craving.
Without it I’ll begin raving.
The power I now possess.
It causes so much stress.
The spells I have cast.
There variety is quite vast.
The people I have killed.
I’m sure my fate is sealed.
I’m bound to go to hell.
That I can foretell.
Life is no longer worth living.
My future is unforgiving.
I curl up into a ball and try to die.
Suddenly a passed out human catches my eye.
I smell its blood in the air.
I then become unaware.
Next thing I know
My fangs are in his neck, and I feel the venom flow.
I make myself stop!
And I let the man drop.
I won’t kill another man.
I don’t think I can.
My conscience has made an appearance.
It has caused this interference.
I realize what I have done.
And that I must run.
I have created another monstrosity,
It will awake with much animosity.
So I return to the meadow with a knife in my hand.
I put it through my heart, and sink to the land.