My Bloody Date

Cigarette lips with burning red cherry kisses, you were a vision of Nosferatu, my dear sweet nightmare

The scent of your hunger floating on my skin, before you sank your teeth in, smelled of garlic mixed with decay

Rivulets of crimson felt warm and lovely, dripping down my virgin neck, from your elegant mouth

Death tasted sweeter than any candy I've ever had, as you cut your porcelain wrist, and poured your evil into me

The sound of my dying screams woke me from my slumber before you called, my goddess, to join in your endless thirst