I am the vampire in your life, causing the pain and supplying the strife.

Sucking the marrow from your core and helpless soul,

Taking your life,

And consuming it whole.

No cross nor spike, nor illumination light, will help you against,

 My worry, my pain,

My plight.

I am the vampire who takes control, contorting and reshaping your helpless soul.

So,

Hold your bible close, say your prayers, you’re in this nightmare now,

With all my worries,

With all my cares.

Alas,

The vampire you see is not me, it is a mirage of the man,

 I used to be.

And feed I will on your burning light,

Consuming and fading,

Your inner might.

But stay strong, resist my will, fight back and battle still.

​The night is long,

As they say.

But have faith in me,

And bring back the man,

I used to be.

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tonight
I’m hungry for you
my tongue rakes my teeth
searching for any last vestiges of you
(for the aftertaste of the aftermath
for the memory of the spiraling path)
finding none but a faint whisper
I find myself flying to you
stealing up behind you
(on wings of silent leather
with fingertips as soft as feathers)
my nails scratch furrows along your spine
leaning in close
inhaling your scent
(the smoke left from the last cigarette
the perfume choking on its last breath)
that soft place just beneath your ear
licking my famished lips
I lower my face and gently suck
(the last traces of the clementine
the taste of raw touch, soaked in brine)
there, right there, along your neck
(where still waters run deep
quietly, painted red, underneath)
nip and suck, lick and kiss
as you begin to sway
giving in to my fervor
your heart racing…