• The smell of blood drives me wild.
    As you can see I'm no ordinary child.
    I was born with a pale, white complexion.
    A baby born with no reflection.
    My mother and father hated my face.
    They loathed me all, my vampiric race.
    I pray for their touch for just one day.
    But my ice cold hands kept their love at bay.
    A bear was given when I was six.
    But the lack of attention, no toy could fix.
    I dare not get rid of it. Never you see,
    for it is the only sign that my parents loved me.