He wasn't born a usual child,
fiery eyes spawned so wild
Black wings adorn his back,
Skin of scars & full of cracks

Has the scent & thirst for blood
Flesh gushes and out comes a flood
as a nurse came close and her pulse
thrilled him with an unnatural impulse.

He flew out the window with reckoning speed,
A hunger for more to fulfill his needs,
He leaves a whole city in a blood-bath fury
before they finish their wakening coffee.