Together

Blood drips from my ruby red lips,
I carry her within my arms.
Pale, weak, and dying,
she weakly utters: "Oh my love, drink from my blood."
I close my eyes, open my mouth, and sink my fangs
into her pearly white neck. She moans, then silence.

I carry her into the blinding darkness, into the silence.
A silent whisper escapes from her white lips.
She whispers inaudible words. I can see her growing fangs.
All color escapes her, as blood drips from her neck. She slowly dies in my arms
Through the darkness, I can hear the dripping..I can smell her blood.
I softly whisper to her: "There is nothing sweeter than dying."

After all, this is only the beginning. Dying.
I carefully lay her dead body into the darkness, into the silence.
Her white gown now a crimson red, a dark shade of blood.
I sit beside her body, gazing at her closed eyes, her white cheeks, her pale lips.
I touch her wrist, feeling no pulse in her ghostlike arms.
Still being able to taste her blood on my lips, her neck touching my fangs.

She opens her eyes, her pupils glow red, her teeth now fangs.
She rises to her feet, I can see her through the dark, through the dying.
I too rise to my feet as she welcomes me into her arms
I drowned my face into her chest, into the darkness, into the silence.
I look up at her face. So pale and smooth. A smile forms on her lips.
"We'll be together forever," she says. Her eyes glowing crimson as blood.

Two souls sharing the same body, within our veins run the same blood
She draws her face close to mine. Her lips touching mine. Her fangs
touching mine. She tastes of strawberry, her breath so sweet, so red are her lips.
I hold her within my arms. I want to be with her, through life, through dying.
She presses her lips once more to mine. We kiss, in the darkness, in the silence.
I can feel her skin touching mine. I feel like melting in her arms.

I don't want to leave her side. I don't want to leave her arms.
I suck in her scent. Her sweet, sweet scent. Sweeter than blood.
We stand together within each others' arms, in the darkness, in the silence.
Just the mere thought of her not in my arms cause me to feel a strong pang.
To be without her, is to be human feeling the bitter pain of dying.
I want her. Her crimson eyes, her ivory skin, her sweet lips

I release her from my arms, she smiles at me showing off her fangs.
I can still feel her lips pressing onto mine, her sweet blood on my tongue.
Drowning within each others' eyes. I feel happy, in the darkness, in the silence.