My Regrets

With these words I speak come my regrets, Let me start by saying this when I was alive I hated life and living life itself.
But that is how I found my true beginnings; I started to be truly free and enjoyed breathing in the air that surrounded me here in death.
Death is now too becoming a regret that I add to my list here for the first time that is when I was bestowed the kiss of death.
Transforming my soul and body by one bite into this dead unloving girl, never to love again and never to hate anyone.
Walking down this lonely path in the day but at night I take flight in the sky above all this evilness and wicked sight.
This soul now in torture forever by that one bite and my mind forever in poisoned by death.
To be held again by family in loving embrace would take away this touch I now have of ice and coldness.
My hands reach out to you wanting a embrace but all I can offer as I caress your neck gently taking a bite.
I whisper goodnight.