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He walks alone at night,
staying away from public places.
His hands are shaking and his heart races.
The blood in his cold veins burns
like fire,
coursing through him.
His black hair falls into his eyes
as the clouds open.
Rain falls down hard, on his neck and back.
He welcomes it.
Letting it wash away all he feels,
all that he is becoming.
He lets it cool his body,
but not the blood.
He has no where to turn to,
others have shunned him.
And those like him ridicule him.
For trying to stay human.
He is a lost soul, with no
place to call his own.
For not heeding the calling of blood.