• The world is not kind to me I keep myself locked away in a sanctuary away from the cold hard world. The people they do not understand what I am and why I am plagued by this curse that has forsaken me from interacting with those who do not understand the torture of the cold existence I live in. I have to feed on the blood of the innocent my soul is tortured, my heart no longer beats for a heart cannot beat from that which is not alive. I feel regret for the innocent blood that has been shed all because of my hunger and my will to survive. I feel the darkness surrounding me and I do not wish it to be so I have always wanted to stay on the path of the light but there is no hope when the light won’t accept you. I try to control my hunger for the sweet nectar of life, but the hunger becomes too great and I need to feed on that nectar. The taste is a bitter-sweet bitter because of the poor soul I had to destroy but sweet because it gives me the nectar I need to live. I am forsaken to do this for all of eternity I will never know happiness, or the sweet sound of the emotion love that humans speak of. I live with a curse that will be with me until someone puts me in my grave this is my forsaken curse, and my regret of life.