A quiet pop,
The muscles tense
That one side
loses sense
body paralyzed,
trying to escape
there's a man with long hair
and a sleek, black cape
the burn of fangs
running deep into skin
it's useless to struggle
I will never win
heat turns to cold
My body was sold
for the price of blood
the secret was told
I see with new eyes
the darkness is light
coarsing through my blood
a newfound might
teeth turn to fangs
as sharp as a knife
I lost mortality
I gained life
I smell in the air
fresh human blood
I run through the rain
and slash through the mud
in the cold
a tale was told
a newborn darkling
in a vampire's hold
your veins are my fountain of youth.
I shall drink
 The Vampyre PurplePuma · Thu Nov 24, 2005 @ 07:08am · 2 Comments |
