Here's a poem I wrote months ago which ended up inspiring me to write a short story about a guy imprisoned by a female vampire. No worries, they don't fall in love.
Lady Dracula,
Your love is like murder in my veins
There’s a seething fire in my heart
It ignited the day your teeth met my throat
And infected me with tender loving poison
This servitude is the apex of my mortal existence
Your love is like murder in my veins
There’s a seething fire in my heart
It ignited the day your teeth met my throat
And infected me with tender loving poison
This servitude is the apex of my mortal existence
You are the wind in the trees
the shadow stitched to my heels
the creaking kink in my back
the tub full of blood
the flickering candle
the whisper from the basement
the shadow stitched to my heels
the creaking kink in my back
the tub full of blood
the flickering candle
the whisper from the basement
I walk to your coffin in a trance
we lay in an immortal dance
we lay in an immortal dance
I am stoned with absolute adoration
drunk with undying devotion
I traded freedom for love
daylight for blood
drunk with undying devotion
I traded freedom for love
daylight for blood
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