I Cannot Face The Light

The neon bulbs illuminate my darkened world of sin and hate.

The sky begins to bleed a crimson red, awakening the living dead.

In twilight’s glow the sun will go, to beckon night in famished sight.

Amidst the towers of steel and glass; outside wealthy homes, or on parkland grass: THEY  scurry about all through the streets, those mortal fools on whom I feed.

            But mine is the fate far worst than death

            I awake to take your final breath.

            The sun is down and so I rise,

            To cut my victims down to size!

The rising moon shall guide my way, black is the night, my working day.  From my sanctuary I emerge, driven by a primordial urge.

In the labyrinth’s dampness and decay, here in loneliness I hide away.  But feel the hunger now getting strong; I can’t resist this urge for long.  I climb the steps to reach the street, unsuspecting city at my feet. Temptation grows, God knows I try; but with so many passers by every person that I meet represents and tasty treat.

            I hunt for food and not for pride.

            A fate far worst than suicide.

            I am the predator that walks the night

            Never again to face the light!

I pass the stores, the banks, the restaurants and the clubs.  People are laughing, dancing and drinking in the pubs.  All part of a world that I once knew, and I tell myself this can’t be true!

With restless thoughts my brain is astir, racing faster than a blur.  Do I exist?  Can this be real?  Only guilt and hunger can I feel.  Pass a mirror and my wide eyes gaze.  Of my reflection there’s not a trace!

And with the toll of midnight’s bell, that time of night I know all too well.  I’ve grown too week, I lack the will.  My racing thoughts turn to the kill!

            Now I know you’re bound to take offense, 

            But let me state in my own defense.

            I feed on those whose souls are dead,

            Their bodies beaten to the end.

            Their minds explode with broken dreams,

            And I mercifully silence their woeful screams!

The time is near and I feel the spark.  Strolling through the gates of Central Park.  This twisted winding garden path echoes the footsteps wrought by Satan’s wrath.

The evil pulse within me quakes, and there she is for Heaven’s sakes!  A cardboard box is now her home, lying out here all alone.  Was once a child, so innocent and sweet, but now she lives upon the street.  The bottle is lying at her side; her only friend has left her blind.

And she looks up without a care!

Smiling as she sees me standing there.

I look into her vacant stare.

She’s all but gone I realize,

I’m the only one who hears her cries!

She’s calling to me in the night; "Come, release me from my hopeless plight!"  And staring deep into those sorrowful eyes, I cannot help but empathize.  Yet I feel the boil within my blood, and I loose all control, as I knew I would.  My fangs pierce through her silky skin, she gives a stifled scream, and I begin:

To drain her life, her fluid force, and when I’m done, she’s but a corpse!  And as the evil flows within my veins, the power of God dilutes my shame.

Euphoric rush into my brain; although I know I’ve killed again!

            I hunt for food, and not for pride.

            A fate far worst than suicide.

            I’ve bought myself a little time.

            But is it worth this life of crime?

And now my need is satisfied, my hunger gone and one more died.  Feeling sick, torn up inside, I run away and try to hide.

But where can I run?  Where can I go?  I feel this need to cleanse my soul.  I let my conscience be my guide.  I see the church and step inside. I kneel at the altar and I pray.   But in my heart I know there’s just one way.  I must leave this world, for I’ve outlived my stay.

            So I must stay here and pray tonight.

            For tomorrow I face the morning light.

            To end this curse and free my soul.

            To give back what the demon stole.

            With whatever time that I have left,

            I pray forgiveness for my theft.

            Sorrow fills the tears I cry,

            For all the ones who had to die.

The morning sky bleeds crimson red, sunlight dawns and night is dead.  The tower bells will toll for me a cheerful chiming eulogy. 

And if my eyes do not deceive: God’s newest angel beckons me.  She comes fourth to take my hand, to lead me to the Promised Land.  My body quakes, and shakes with fear.  A frightened boy, I wipe my tears.  She smiles and tells me "It's alright."   Her voice is calm and pure as white.  “Your nightmare’s end is now in sight.  Follow me into the light.”

Fire frees my soul from its earthly shell. The demon is cast back to the depths of hell.  Purified, we paid the price.  Now no more pain or sacrifice.

Eternal youth, we’ve conquered vice, to dwell together in Paradise.

The End

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