Nosferatu Poem by Eric Paeplow

I was born to a different time a different life, a different place
Where the bustling streets were busy, yet at a slower pace
And in this time and place, life was fine, my life was safe
Or so I foolishly thought, until at least, the day I met my fate

After dying a thousand deaths, each more painful than the last
My soul has been lifted, leaving behind this predator, this outcast
Forever sentenced to the shadows, trapped within this living death
Forced to use my long practiced stealth, to steal the living's breath

My days spent hiding in the shadows, then it's out to feed at night
And relentlessly preying upon the living, just to keep myself alive
Satiating my thirst while drinking them dry, one after the next
Then I'm off again, leaving them there, cold and dry and dead

And while I may stalk the shadows, I am most certainly not alive
Sentenced to retreat into the darkness, once the light of day arrives
Where I must lie sleeping, unable to walk in the light, amongst the living
Until the setting sun, when I at last rise and the living begin bleeding