Existence of the Immortal (Part 2)

My eyes narrow as I see your faint shadow
I smile as I see you run in terror below.
Blood pounding, excited by your delicate fear,
Storing within me a yearning for your blood.

Excitement pulsing in my head, more!
I cannot stand it any more!
Make me live by your stains!
Make me thrive on your fear!

Now I plunge to shadowy depths
You are running now with weary steps.
I land alight just seconds ahead of you
And you run into my arms crying.

I turn you around with your back to my breast
My hand running over your heaving chest.
Your wrist in my iron handhold
Your mouth open in agony.

With my hand I put your hair to one side
Your neck exposed; tears glistening you’ve cried.
My face on your neck, breathing your essence
Upon your neck I bestow a kiss.

Then I whisper into your ear,
“Little One, give me all your fear.
It is what I now live for
Alive by your very disgrace.”

Now you are crying so soft to my words
Giving yourself to me, your every thought of freedom absurd.
I close my eyes…absorb your life
And I open my mouth with ecstasy.

Then I lower my mouth to your neck
Flowing in my veins, a moment of bliss
Sinking my teeth into your flesh
Tasting your fresh blood with Death’s Kiss.

For these last few moments of time,
We are one and you are mine.
Now that I’m through with your cold broken body,
I cast it to the ground.

Now that you’re gone
And you existence if done,
I am hungry for more life
To fulfill my own damned life of death.