The Love of a Vampire, The Death Of My Soul

The Love of a Vampire, the death of my soul

His eyes so sinister sought me out where I lay,
His nightmarish name made evil killers kneel down and pray,
His satanic stone cold stare of eyes so grey,
That would make your hopeless heart stop dead,
That savagely stalked me wherever I would go at night,
That caused Man and beast to get a fearful Fright,
That made you know you were too weak to fight,
That woefully watched you while you were in bed.

A jagged feeling stabbed my soul so sharp,
At once I opened my useless eyes in the dark,
The room seemed cold so harsh and so stark,
I knew I wasn’t alone,
I saw a savage shadow fall across the room,
It now had transformed it into a tomb,
I buried myself under the covers, curled up tight like a baby in the womb,
An icy breath made the covers tremble and chilled me to the bone,

The sacred sheets were ripped off; I lay exposed in my bed,
I knew at once what lay ahead,
My painful premonition was of blood shed,
I saw his attractive, ashen face illuminated in the moonlight,
He was a beautiful nightmare, his skin so white like savage snow,
Even in the dark it seemed to grotesquely glow,
His hair was so bewitchingly black like a Raven or a Crow,
His ghastly grip so chillingly cold and vice like tight,

I tried to move but was paralysed by his callous charms,
He carried me in his deadly arms,
And I knew I was in harms-
Way he carried me like a newborn baby his cursed child,

We were surrounded in the gloomy eerie air,
He stood me up never releasing me from his sacred stare,
His long skeleton fingers so sinister callously caressed back my blonde hair,
His gorgeously grotesque fangs were revealed in his sinister smile,

As he skulked behind, I felt his breath all over me,
I knew that he wouldn’t hear my pathetic plea,
As he kissed my neck with garish glee,
His fatal fangs sunk into my neck and tore,
The flesh ripped like a silken top,
As my body swayed and then I felt it drop,
To the floor, blood pouring refusing to stop,
Dripping in crimson waves as he won the war,

My soul was his to take,
I saw it sore to the sky as I felt my dying body ache,
For the last time, my blood fatefully flowed into a lake,
In which I lay in as he drained my body dry,
Until I was weak and lay still,
He seductively slit his wrist and narcissistically nourished me his blood like a pill,
I felt his poison infect my body at first against my will,
Until I wanted to drink him dry,

I was addicted to the taste of death and new life,
I wanted to be the devils wife,
And leave behind this world of trouble and strife,
And live in the shadows of darkness and Fear,
I began to see the old world I knew fade away,
I didn’t want to stay,
Or even to pray,
As I felt one single Tear,

Fall down my face,
As I was committed to the graciously gory grounds space,
Buried there for one night this would not be my resting place,
As I was now doomed to walk this world forever more,
Never to know death or to rot,
Never would I be forgot,
The temporary grave now my cot,
As I rise again the devils whore,

I viciously dug through the dirt into the night,
Screaming like a Banshee I was ready to cause horror and fright,
Now with Cain’s mark on my head,
Ready to fill the world with dread,
Lillith’s lessons of evil life, all I can see is red,
Blood as my water for me to drink,
I am here to make your heart sink,
My soul is no more,
I am a Vampire for you to abhor