Turned

As I awoke back to life
for decades I have slept
this new virgin world
was a mess unkept
as I stalk the shadows
my hungers whisper is strong
for with this need to feed
I must feed before dawn
with empty shells of life
they prance lost around me
this pathetic little pray
is a waist of a body
I shall turn them
give them what they ask
they all look to be me
so with me they shall bask