when we met I was hunting for blood,
it soon had turned into some sort of twisted love
my fangs would drip as
you would touch your lips to mine.
no matter how much my stomach throbbed
for blood, for your blood, I would never try.
the sensation of your kisses was better than
any blood I could ever have drank
but then they found out.
they ripped our twisted affair apart
I watched them suck the life out of you
there in the dark
nothing I could do to stop it.
You knew of the monster I was but you
loved me for it. From that day on I no longer ached
for blood, my lips ached for your kiss.