Veronica's Gathering

Is everything meant to die?
Our past, my future, her heart and our lives?
The taste of her cherry blood so addictive,
Like sweet wine feasted on midnight's eve,
My filthy heart wilted, so I believe.
That darkness is seen in the light she gives.

Through her eyes I can clearly see,
The fear consumes her crumbling sanity,
Though I would hold her and lay on her breast,
The thing i must do might be the best.

I am forbidden to love someone like her,
She could kill me any minute or by the hour,
I must strike first and feel nothing after,
But, can I do it?
Can I really do that to her?