The Vampire's Curse (Halloween Poem)

DAY 9 of my 13 Halloween themed poems (only four more days to go, you little monsters). Today's edition is called "The Vampire's Curse"; read the unfortunate struggle of a once good soul, now plagued with the demonic spirit of a blood sucking beast.
Enjoy!

Don't forget to read the other DAYS of Halloween right here; DAY 1, DAY 2, DAY 3, DAY 4, DAY 5, DAY 6, DAY 7, and DAY 8.

Now, prepare yourselves for...

THE VAMPIRE'S CURSE

Drip, drip, drip.

My eyes awake.

Drip, drip, drip.

My body aches.

Drip, drip, drip.

Shivers, and quakes.

Drip, drip, drip.

of the lives I take.

Drip, drip, drip.

I am the embodiment of sin.

Drip, drip, drip.

Innocent homes I break in.

Drip, drip, drip.

Innocent blood I drink like gin.

Drip, drip, drip.

An act that makes the devil grin.

Drip, drip, drip.

I plead for my sake.

Drip, drip, drip.

Of being God's mistake.

Drip, drip, drip.

Now what demon's make.

Drip, drip, drip.

An evil that replicates.

Drip, drip, drip.

The sound of falling crimson.

Drip, drip, drip.

Like smoking barrels from a gun.

Drip, drip, drip.

A sound that gives monsters fun.

Drip, drip, drip.

A sound of my humanity done.

Drip, drip, drip.

It's getting louder, too much to bear.

Drip, drip, drip.

Calling my name, like some kind of nightmare.

Drip, drip, drip.

I heed its call, trapped in its snare.

Drip, drip, drip.

and find myself accepting its dare.

Drip, drip, drip.

Indulging in blood, and gore.

Drip, drip, drip.

I wipe the contents from my fanged maw.

Drip, drip, drip.

As my black soul screams for more.

Drip, drip, drip.

and I'm disgusted at what I've bore.

                      

Drip, drip, drip.

Everyday the urge becomes worse.

Drip, drip, drip.

More wicked, and perverse.

Drip, drip, drip.

and as goodness is threatened to disperse. 

Drip, drip, drip.

I pray nobody else is felt

by the vampire's curse.