Truly Real

The press of night against my face
Seductive chill of winter's breath
Pulse pounds fast, a delicious pace
Tonight's a night to dance with Death

With eyes of blood and fangs of steel
How can I be truly real?

Hunger throbs within my veins
Fury beats within by breast
I long to ease the mortal pain
And let my nature do the rest

The ghosts of victims, made to kneel
How can I be truly real?

My hunt extends me past my range
The pure of blood are rare tonight
I take the rival hunter's rage
And slip, thus wounded out of sight

The bruises fade, the gashes heal
How can I be truly real?

No longer do I hunt for food
My enemy is beckoning
White-hot anger clouds my mood
Tonight's a night of reckoning

Walking shadows, death made real
How can I be truly real?

I spy the predator at last
His fangs a-drip with mortal life
His death is here, an hour long past
Wielding free my bloody knife

A frozen soul, more so each meal
How can I be truly real?

My rival falls, as does his catch
Her blue eyes closed eternally
Death enters the scene in a vivid flash
Her life would cost my humanity

The strength to kill, but not to heal
How can I be truly real?

I pass my blade along my wrist
Ruby fluid spatters her face
My charge latches hold with a savage twist
And lo I've lost the human race

My heart is dead, what's left to feel
How can I be truly real?

The vestiges of humanity have vanished
No words to speak this pain I feel
What on this earth have I accomplished
No longer am I truly real

No longer am I truly real
And now my life is all too real