Allow me some time to play with your mind. For your feeble thoughts have kept you blind. Look into my thoughts of morbid mental vane. I am entering your soul now, you feeling empty pain. The deepest crypts within your dreams swallow up your wretched heart, and drown its pulsing gleam. Then, when your twisted heart so venomously does subside... the poisoned blood runs cold, as evil takes over pride. I leave your tortured mind with great disgust. For evil has consumed you. Your fate I mustn't lust.
This poem was written from the point of view of a Vampire looking at a mortal. Seeing their evil as their unwillingness to accept vampires as just another species of predator. Seeing mortals society and way of life and how they treat each other as evil and not lusting after the fate of death as vampires can not die.