I sleep.
I sleep away the light,
and embrace the blindness of the night.

Not a need,
but a pure craving
for the copper tasting red
that sooths the tongue.

My blueish pale skin,
shows that I am not only
a night dweller
but something of great difference.

I don't know it yet,
but the points under my lip,
will soon be the evidence
to my unworldly being.