TURNED

Pink irises 

Dilated pupil

When I was in heaven 

This is not what I was use to

They scourged me with fire

Turned me into a vampire

With sharp teeth

Bloodthirsty 

Devilish appetite 

My course changed over night

I was chasing a dream

But now I'm hungry

Robbed of my dignity 

and no one to love me

I allowed my self to be bitten

Now I thirst for the night

Rebelling 

My conscience screams in my ear 

I can't afford to hear

So I sink my teeth deeper

I've already turned

Death is my keep-her 

He said leave her to rot...  

 

-Moshia' Pen