• My book is closed,
    it has been read,
    I have been bitten,
    I am dead.

    The venom took over,
    it shut me down,
    I lay there motionless,
    no word, no sound.

    Fangs form,
    they hurt but don't bleed,
    I'm so thirsty,
    for something I need.

    I am so fast,
    so smart,
    so strong,
    something is not right,
    something is wrong.

    Who ever did this will pay,
    just not today,
    first I must find,
    one of my kind.

    I search,
    I look,
    as it closes,
    my life book.