the people they`re burning

The Curse

When I was young I was bitten

by strangers who saw me at nights.

And now that I’m grown, I am smitten

to continue the bloodline of bites.

–

I don’t need to pass down my own genes

to continue the bloodline at night.

I just need to have access to bad dreams;

It helps to believe it`s all right.

–

And as the moons turning,

I should be still, learning,

but it`s something that I can`t avoid.

It`s never concerning

the people they`re burning

as long as the species’ destroyed.

–

There are things I do against my will

And my will does things against me

And there are people who just think i`m ill

And I would agree, conversly

–

Yet some would persist

we`re just creatures of myth,

but the people they say don`t exist,

are clearer than day

when they`re hunting their prey,

the hard part’s discerning the mix.

–

And I know it`s not right

It`s not a choice that I’ve made:

Rather it is a choice that made me.

Though I can`t contain it,

I`ve learned to restrain it,

as long as I’m still paid my fee.

–

And though the times change,

the tales remain;

I cut my tail clean off in bars.

This is how it ends,

Sterling unmakes;

Not put in bullets, in bars.

–

To end, in a sense,

the word “innocence”

is slowly destroying my soul,

for it can be taken,

but it can`t be given,

and I have become a black hole.

–

And I hope the lines break

for the small part that aches:

A small person in worlds now departed,

but also, unsmartly,

bloodlines impart me

with the only thing keeping me started.

Colson Anx

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