Poetry - Vampir

Vampir

I'll make hell perfect with you.

The jealous shadows of our darkness, together always.

The Sinister voices in my head.

Would to play,

Knowing always, that you will listen.

Your voice is so sweet,

And perverse on waking up

To the instincts in my veins.

To take you.

A simple deer,

What the hell are you?

When I kiss you, my soul returns.

I feel the demons burning,

For our whim.

I am the one who rules you. Do not deny.

I fill up with your life,

And return to my evil.

Our love is so sick,

And I own your hell.

The madness that our black souls share,

Feel pain and pleasure.

Until the last drop...

of blood. †