Your venomous vampire fangs salivate
whenever fresher meat approaches, but
no matter how often you feed, your head,
your heart, your spine will still coagulate.
If you don’t breathe, but only feed, then what
will ever be said but that you’re undead?
I tried to play the patient sacrifice-
indulged you in all your deficiencies
a faithful thrall, but your appetite rises
with every mercy. Nothing would suffice.
Even after my demise, you won’t cease.
My only choice-to leave you in your vices.
If you rise from the dead and see the light
Call me again, and I’ll go out with you that night.