Malkavian

The beast beats feet,
And walks the street.
Prowling up and down the lanes,
and pouring like fog down the drains.
Sure, we're broken in its wake,
And there's this thirst that we can't slake,
But we shimmer and shine like jewels,
the fragments of shattered rules.
Inspiration strikes like sheet lightning,
cutting brightness, rather frightning -
We are gifted, we are seers,
But none of you have any ears.
So suffer pranks as we suffer fools,
the fragments of the shattered rules,
the scions of the broken dream,
where once we walked, we're now unseen.
Under the glare of hearty sun,
We fade to dust, and then we're done.
Again to rise and walk with tread
of beasts residing in your head.