The Hunger

Copyright: 2/19/98
The Hunger

In the darkness, the flight is refreshing
A first kill for a man with will
Wings glide over cities slums
A first time for a man seeking crime.

Cannot be stopped
Blood drives him
Whisper of the moon
On the brink, the rim.

Blood surges through his veins, enticing
A second victim he claims future grim
Exhilarating and pulsating so alive
A second one he takes it's done.

Cannot be stopped
Thirst gives into hunger
Blood is gold and dug
He fly's out in a blur.

Insatiable, but rare
The hunger you find it at night
Feeding leaving us bare
Never give in without a fight.

Blood lust, but clean
The hunger unifies him as time
Feeding leaving unseen
Robbed the casket, an undead crime.