Sins of Men, unfinished

I'm still working on it, but wanted to post the beginning.

Humans prey on the blood of the innocent

Feeding off the shadows of our own mortality

The insatiable beast inside, spawned from false truths,

Hides behind a veil of pretense

Lying under the guise of concern and care,

A thousand burning questions.

A hunger for knowledge, even at the cost of a life.