Shunned for eternity,
Cursed for all time
Blood in my veins
None of it mine

Stolen from others
Thoughts in my mind
Warmth in my body
None of it mine

While understanding
Emotions entwined
Others' feelings
Will never be mine

Frail mortal humans
Brief specks of light
Yet without I am empty
There is merely night

Happiness, sorrow, guilt, fear - even pain
Without - there is nothing, just endless rain

Am I alive?
The human kind
Have a sort of life
That can never be mine

I'd trade my eternity, those hundreds of years
For an hour as a human, with human fears

Human sorrow, and human pain, 
First-hand love, my own blood in my veins

But being what I am, I can never have that
So I steal first their thoughts, and then their blood.