The feel of you cold flesh around me warms me.
Listening to the silence of your dead heart sooths me.
Your crying eyes produce no tears.
Your fangs drip with syliva. Your thirsting for my blood.
Your love makes you fight your hunger.
But I know I'm ready to go.
You bite into my wrist and suck from my veins.
I feel the poisin sink into my soul.
You know you must stop but your so thirsty you can't.
It's starts to hurt. Like fire running through me instead of blood.
You need to stop but you can't pull your mouth away.
I know that your killing me but I do not protest. Your trying to stop. And you finally pull away.
The fullmoon's light is on your pale face and is reflected in the sweat on my forehead.
You now feed me your blood but it was too late. You waited to long and I die in your arms but not before I hear you cry out my name and say your sorry.
You know you were weak and so do I. But to me it proves that you still have a heart, even if it's a silent one.
I died happy. If only you could have too.
How do you make the loneliness go away when your already surrounded by family and friends and everyone you love?
How do you make the darkness go away when you've turned on every single light in the house and opened every set of blinds to let in the bright summer's light?
How do you make the hunger go away when you've already eaten all the food in your cabinets and you still hear the growls from your stomach?
How do you make the tears stop when you've already been crying, non stop, for day and they just keep coming and you don't even know why you started in the first place?
How can you fix something that's not visibly broken? How can you fix what isn't broken? How?
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