Lighting Pulse

Vampire reduces the crimson from my neck,
Each vein strand splitting through my existence,
I feel it lightly tinting my neck for a stain,
Each bone inside my crushed,
Lined through stigma's acid.

He caress me only for the endurance,
Eyes closed fears anxious through my soul,
Your eerie foul play fills the room,
Your eyes scan the room white,
Tasting my song.

My nails scratch the surface,
You predict my pain is whole,
I cough the helium,
As my back's bruises shame the sores.
The intruders fail to receive messages,
As you watch from the inside doors,
I glance around the border,
As claws grab me from the storm.

Enemy's eyes glint green,
But the hands still shine red,
From my blood that you once scolded,
Piercing for more throbbing.

I tremble stigma,
As you designate who to prove,
Weakest breath to breathe,
As you dusk to cut my truth loose,
Threading my origin,
Before I begin to shoot.

Vampire, scratches life out your entrails,
As you pollute my wrists,
You leave a trail of destruction as you drag your way through,
Leaving filth through the morgue.

He clutches me tightly,
He resuscitates my pulse,
Profound inside me,
Love is thriving to cover up my faults.
I hesitate to touch his skin,
But my finger tint his face,
He leans forward...