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Ok ok i gave in on all the vamp hype. |
Fierce is the passion Of a sweet fever. Violent sucking of blood Alone in the shadows. Sweet is the blood Gushing like a river Not a drop Hitting the ground. As he finishes the last one She walks up behind him. He only notices her By the swish of her dress. "Finished?" she asks In a tone similar to that of a mother. His only response Is a sorrowful nod. As they leave the brothel He turns. He wants to leave And yet he can't. As he stands there For an endless eternity Her touch Brings him back. And as he turns And looks at her The hunger returns More powerful than last. "Again?" she asks In a tone dissapointed yet amused. His only response Is a mute nod. As she leads him To his next victim, He wonders Why he must kill. And then in an instant He remembers. For if he doesn't kill, He himself will perish. He reminds himself Of the curse sung As he was turned Into the monster he was. "By day asleep, By night awake, Blood you shall drink Until killed by stake "Inards to ash Skin turn black If ever blood not drunk Or sun does attack." He turns toward her To ask Why he was The monster he was. But before he spoke She turned. And with a sweeping motion, She beckoned at the ruins. With his senses heightened And himself aware, Inside he noticed Only one soul. A man it was. Young and yet dying. But before he could leave, She grabbed his arm. "Tomorrow" she says. And then up he looks. As his eyes rise, He notices the sky. The moon gone, The sun waking. Home he hurries To sleep. |