[Literature] Starving in the Dark

[Eldros]

The beast beneath my skin is awake again. I have starved it for too long, and now it claws at my ribs, hissing for blood beneath the moonless sky. Every heartbeat I hear feels like an invitation. Every mortal scent is becoming unbearable.
How long can a vampire starve before the demon takes over?

The night is cold, my veins run dry,
No crimson feast, no lullaby.
My hunger claws, my senses fade—
A starving beast that must be fed.

So hear my plea beneath the moon:
A drop of blood, and please, soon.
Donate your crimson, ease my plight—
And I’ll be grateful… through the night.