I thirst for you,
But what part?
for the blood in your veins,
or the love in your heart?
I bite your neck
puncture your skin
I taste your sweet blood,
it drips down my chin.
I feel you sigh
I look into your eyes,
I let out a gasp as i realize...
the taste that I craved
was not under your skin.
but the love that was burried
deep deep within.
It wasnt a sweetness
that pumped through your heart
but a sweetness I craved in the very start
"I love you." you say
and I start to cry.
for it is my own fault
that you have to die.
I took a way something,
something I had,
to answer this craving
that was driving me mad.