Living Dead

Sun setting in the west brings forth a velvet cloak of night,
Rising from slumber my eyes opening to greet my new life,
For you see I'm one of the living dead, an exclusive club,

Not surviving on blood as my mentor, brothers, sisters do,
Nay, food of survival for me is more hideous than red blood,
Ti's what everyone has in their body and freely gives, true love,

Oh yes, I search thur long promiscuous nights devouring-
Unsuspecting love stricken humans are my best choice,
Hearts beating wildly filling them erotically with fresh love,

Magically transforming into their lover, I enter thur the door,
Swiftly a moment of passion, teeth sinking in draining love,
Filled with life giving elixir, I view my conquest in repose,

Knowing that lingering shadows hold lovers for my illicit fill,
Conscience not withstanding, no lingering images left over,
My victims now become members of family, the living dead,

Many lifetimes ago I too was in the throngs of sensuous love,
Time and time again, rejected, neglected and heart broken-
I begged for an end of loves insidious depressing life of pain,

Searching for someone to love, finding what I had dreamed of,
Caressing me as we lay, swiftly opening my chest she drank-
My lover, my brother, you are free of loves senses, now you seek,

For eternity you shall traverse the world replenishing your needs,
In fleeting escapes of sanity, I wish impalement with a stake,
Alas I have few regrets, for life without pain of love I did request.