Words cannot describe this poem I have written, so, please read, and tell me what you think.

(and I don't own trinity blood)

I run and run,
But I never get away.
They chase me,
But I can't escape.
They grab a hold of me,
I try to break free.
I feel the cold prick of a needle,
Against my skin.
It all goes black…

When I awake,
I feel the coldness,
Against my back.
I open my eyes,
I see a man in a white coat.
I want to attack,
But I can't move.
The man comes towards me,
Needle in hand.
I feel the prick,
The needle ripping into my skin.
Agonizing pain fills my being.
I scream…

When the pain stops,
I lay there,
Breathing slowly.
Wishing I was dead.
I hear the sound,
Of the people around me,
Writing, endlessly writing.
That irritating sound of pencil hitting wood.
A rage fills me,
I try and escape,
That's when I hear it…

My back arches up,
Black wings sprout from my being,
The straps holding me down snap.
The people run,
Screaming…

I slowly sit up,
Looking around.
That's when I saw him,
Huddled in the corner.
Terrified…

I slip off the table,
And trudge towards him.
He screams, "Monster!"
I extend my claws,
While baring my fangs…
It all goes black…

I wake up.
Tears streaming down my face,
From one of my many…
Painful memories…