| 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 |