Blood Lust (a vampires love)

by meganmarie   Oct 13, 2008


Skin like porcelain
with demon eyes
he has no more heartbeats
he'll never die again

blood lust screeching
through his veins
too much temptation
the blood fest begins

his victim falls silent
it's too late to scream
blood drained from his veins
his temptation is gone

he heads off again
the night still holds wonders

he sees her in the alley
what a sight she is
he can't control his feelings
it's a bloody kind of love

she's first scared of his figure
his perfect porcelain skin
then reaches out to touch him
no fear behind her eyes

was it love?
was it romance?
was it blood lust at its finest?

no one quite knows why
she fell in love with the demon
his seductive ways
had maybe turned the tables

but as the night unfolds
he has one more trick to play
stop her precious beating heart
make her one of them

one bite to the neck
and a couple drowning moments
her heartbeat's slowly dying
until it doesn't make a sound...

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  • 16 years ago

    by PoetryKnight

    Bravo... kudos to you on this poem. My girlfriend calls me her vampire and stuff, cause I am pale, but I draw her in. idk how it works, but She calls me her edward. Whatever that means.