To feel the venom flow through you like sap through a tree, A Hunger grows within you something a mortal could never see, Your vision grows sharper and you humanity wears thin, you’ve been infected by a host filled with hate and sin. This thing grows inside you, a void you can never fill, feel the pulse of the chosen one it is the Kings will. But never did you expect for you hunger to turn to flesh. Hungry for your fellow man, like Edward and the Cullen Clan. Once satisfied by blood alone your hunger turns to thrust. Your rotting from the inside out your blood has turned to gas, Held in a coffin, the Priest is saying mass. You break out like the monster you are, closing inner thought, blocking the ones who love you, as victims they are not. Biting here biting there spreading the virus through the square...