Feast upon the living flesh, drink the blood of the nameless one, not caring for its cries or pleads for mercy, tonight it dies, so I may live. Ones demise shall give me life the fore, the essential fluid that emits life. I will take with no remorse tonight its end is nigh. From blood drinker, I'll turn to ghoul. I'll consume both the blood and the flesh, tonight your bed is one of the earth and you'll sleep the sleep of death. As I feast on the sweet nectar of life. I'll oust secrets from the guts of this once breathing lice to obtain knowledge from the dead if I will it for necromancy is my greatest pleasure. Tonight's first kill was easy prey preoccupied with the wench that he mounted. Grasping hold of its happy little head tearing from its trunk From this one that I now devour, I find it has victims of its own only for sexual pleasures the lowest form of the human worm. Lacerating the cranium dislodged and ripped out of the brain, the juices of this organ I savor the most. When there is nothing more that I care to seek out in this one's hollow head. I'll drain him dry, leave his remains, food for the maggots. Then I see coming up from behind a challenge to be met, the knife he yields makes me want to laugh as I crush his bony little skull, down he goes with not even a whimper but, he to me is like the rest of the scum, substance for a vampire. But what of the wench thou ask, what hath become of her this night doubt thee, angel of demise. Ripping through the flesh and drain thy blood from this wench who struggles for life. I shall leave her clutching her steaming guts decapitated and drain dry. My thirst for now has been fulfilled, the sun is on the rise, so for now I shall rest for the blood that I have consumed from these three. And as I sleep, the blood will be adsorbed by the parasite within, that animates my once human form. For it is the reasoning of my undead existence, the justification for my blood lust and as nix comes to fall, I shall arise and set forth my nocturnal thirst for blood, for again this night I shall feed on thy blood of the insolent man. For these that I have slain, it shall not matter man is too ignorant of what lurks in the night another static to add to their list another piece of forgotten flesh. From blood drinker, I'll turn to ghoul. I'll consume both the blood and the flesh, tonight your bed is one of the earth and you'll sleep the sleep of death.