Wanting to explore and experience.
You who, like the stab of a knife,
Entered my plaintive heart;
You who, strong as a herd
Of demons, came, ardent and adorned,
To make your bed and your domain
Of my humiliated mind
— Infamous bitch to whom I'm bound
Like the convict to his chain,
Like the stubborn gambler to the game,
Like the drunkard to his wine,
Like the maggots to the corpse,
— Accurst, accurst be you!
I begged the swift poniard
To gain for me my liberty,
I asked perfidious poison
To give aid to my cowardice.
Alas! both poison and the knife
Contemptuously said to me:
"You do not deserve to be freed
From your accursed slavery,
Fool! — if from her domination
Our efforts could deliver you,
Your kisses would resuscitate
The cadaver of your vampire!"
The streets were dark, the lamps were dim
In the mist I caught a glimpse of him,
A tragic figure or sorrow and shame.
The clouds came over the moon and erased the light,
And I was alone in the darkness of night.
He swirled through the smoke filled air,
I was in a trance and all I could do was stare.
The classic music lifted my soul,
His bite was deadly,
I was out of control.
He bit me in my soft pale neck,
The pain was something I can never forget,
The blood poured out
And the venom sank in; it felt like an immortal sin.
It felt like death but was my birth,
It felt like life but was my curse,
Damned to a life of destroying another,
Seeking blood to curve my hunger.
I was now an immortal soul,
A vampire cursed and out of control...
