Blood Hunt

Each night I awake,
with an insatiable hunger.
As if greater than the night
before.
Eagerly I await the Sun�s demise.
As each minute passes,
my desire for blood grows.
I long to roam the dimly lit
Streets,
secretly stalking my victims.
Ahh, I can almost smell the
stench of fear now.
Filling my lungs,
leaving me intoxicated with
Ecstasy.
It is blood I hunt tonight
And blood I shall have.


Written by John Lane Schultz
November 5, 2001
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