he came to me like dark itself, on silent, catlike treads
and just one look into his eyes, and i knew that he was dead
his coat was black,
as was his vest, and his trousers, which clung to his legs
everything about him just made me want to fall down and beg
anyway, he came so slowly, that my pulse shot up
so did the look that he gave me, as his boot crushed a paper cup
caused me to not even notice it, so entranced, by him, was i
in fact, although we hadn't met, for him, i was willing to die
he glided to me nearer, in his eyes, the light of the kill
and as he smiled slowly, he glided nearer still
his eyes revealed a kindred soul,
in both senses, see-
he was not a human, and he
was a lot like me
as he came so close, he leaned in, and he touched my face
his hands were lovely, and they were, so filled with sweeest grace
his touch was light and gentle, and it almost made me swoon
and in his gaze, i caught all of
the beauty of the moon...
and on his mouth i saw something
that would make me crawl for miles
the sweetest and the loveliest,
the nicest, shyest smile
gently, yes, so gently,
this dark stranger pulled me towards
the feeling of his hands on mine
just pierced me like a sword
closer, still, and closer
he brought me so close that i
was hoping that this
stranger
would never say goodbye...
his face, so lovely, came at me
but he still held my eyes
while moving closer, and
well, i,
reacted with surprise
as his lips, those lovely lips, came closer, still, to mine
such a slight brush of them, was a feeling so sublime
as his mouth pressed onto mine, i insanely turned away
his eyes, for a moment, clashed with mine, and they just seemed to say
'love, my dearest, don't you try, not you, my fairest friend...
oh, you can play at hard to get, but i'll have you in the end..'
i , reproached and shaken up,
looked up at him to find
the humour dancing in his eyes,
it was as though he'd read my mind..
he came closer, yet again, and i, the virtuous, turned
he slammed me back against the wall, in his eyes, passion burned
his face pinned me to the wall behind
he kissed to kill, i didn't mind
he took my mouth, and soul did find
and oh, i loved it...
the kiss he took pervaded my soul
and during it, i gave control
for when he kissed me, i felt whole
and oh
i loved him
i fell in love, as he kissed me
gave him what life that he did find
it wasn't because i so enjoyed,
the feeling of his mouth on mine...
but then, the kiss, as great as it was,
changed beyond belief
first, he kissed with his mouth and his tongue,
but now, he kissed with his teeth
his teeth, as nice and straight as they were
escaped notice by me
until i felt their white perfection
enter an artery
my neck had never felt like this,
it was pleasure mixed with pain
and as he drank, and as he sucked,
i prayed that he'd do it again
i was feeling very weak, indeed,
at this point in time
mayhap it was a loss of blood
or his kiss, sublime
after he had drunk enough
and he left my neck alone
he turned the attention back to my neck,
but, well, my pulse was stone
i, aware, and loving all that was being done to me
felt quite dead, but was justified,i was almost a zombie
he, the sweet guy that he was, noticed this straight away
and straight away, my darling love, whom i'd never met, but hey...
well, anyway, he slit his throat,
and i didn't need to be told
that the gift that my love gave to me
was so much more precious than gold
i drank his blood, as he'd drunk mine, and well, i cannot lie
but i felt joy the moment
that i felt us, as one, die
we died together, but the thing is
that he'd already died
i was undead, but he, my love, was gone, and i wanted to cry
this man who came to me
and without my permission took
what i'd never given another
had me, his new love, forsook
i wanted to die as my love, well, his grip on me went slack
and as i slowly slit my throat, realised there was no going back
but i didn't care, my love was gone,
i may as well be dead...
and as i died, my dearest love,
that babe just raised his head
he was alive!
or so i thought,or so i told myself
his mouth closed over the cut i'd made,
he took me, and i, my last breath
but God, so great, could not allow
a love so pure to die
and as i woke up next to him
i think i felt tears in my eyes
in our coffin, we just stared, he at me, i at this wedding ring
and as my love turned to
me, he did what started this whole thing...
and if THAT was too 'happy', go to blazes again. it's not like i believe in true love
anyway. well, not at the moment...hmph.
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