Crimson Lips

poem about a vampire hunting

Crimson Lips


My lips grow cold
my lust for blood increased
my skin grows pale
my chest now burns
my eyes begin to widen
as darkness devours day
I now must feed
my eternal hunger demands it
I travel the night
hunting my pray
out of sight
yes I shout
my pray has been revealed
I lure her to a world of the mind
a world of imagination
as keen as my lust for blood
a passionate sickness heals me
as the crimson liquid fills my mouth
blood tripping down my throat
cools my burning chest
now in a world once forgotten
in a world bound my sick pleasures
bound by fear
back to a realm of immortality.
I walk to night my head held high
my burning lust now fed
my eyes bright with fire
my soul souring with power
beyond mortal men.
My heart now pumps pure
the blood of the “Fallen Angel”.
My teeth shine brightly
against my crimson stained lips
my sun stained nails
long and hard
brace her dying hair,
as my fangs move form her flesh.
I again am alive with life
my strength beyond man
an immortal bound by no laws
except that of the crimson lips kiss.