not so good...but at a loss

i am almost afraid to see you
shimmering eyes of gold
i am almost afraid not to meet you
for the unraveled feeling grows

i do not know what you have awaken
deep in this blood of mine
but every time the moon turns
i know it is changing time

you came from out of nowhere
to give me this gift i hate
you try to tell me it is meant to be
but i cannot help but think
that you are just tired of being alone

to subdue these new-found urges
i lay on the edge of a knife
listening to my heart
racing forward out of fear
i prowl about the edges of my mind,
as the sidewalks slick with rain

my dreams haunted with struggle
a pantomine clothed in skin
i am only human on the outside
and something by far less noble beneath
ivory fangs in ghostly shadow
and a guilty pull in my gut