• the sweetest blood
    has graced my lips
    through the softest flesh
    my fangs have ripped
    the most beautiful eyes
    have i closed forever
    a lord of lies,
    a malevolent endevour.
    sunsets have my eyes not known,
    pale skin is evidence of this shown
    a blood tainted tear
    rolls down my cheek
    never to die,
    only to sleep.
    bring unto me
    sweet nightshade flowers,
    for they and i have similar powers
    the power to lure,
    and please the eye,
    but just a taste,
    and you'll surely die,
    i laugh once more,
    as the warm sun rises
    greets my eyes, and bids me goodbye
    away into the cool morning wind,
    into obilvion,
    a beatiful end.