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Tell me, my dear Nosferatu,
Why once more you have returned to me.
Your arms shaking and body slicked,
Covered in a sheen of sweat.
What is it,
That draws you back again?
Your eyes speaking of an eternity of pain,
Clinging to me, wordless, just breathing,
More on habit than on need,
After all, what need do immortals have,
For breathing?
But maybe it is just that.
The desire to be human once again.
Is it a need for the death you deal?
So cruelly avoided through a kiss of immortality?
A need for comfort, for love?
Something beyond the lust of coppery tasting,
Thick serum,
That stains the lips red and soul black?
Oh, my dear Vampire,
My days to you are but minutes,
My years but drops in a bucket.
And I know you see that each night you come,
Is one more night,
One more step,
Closer to the faceless phantom of death?
Yes, you see it to.
But still you come,
Setting yourself up to be broken,
Each night you return.
Maybe I’d have died in the day?
Can you risk that?
Another night, another moon.
You plaster yourself against my skin,
Hard muscles under quivering flesh,
Marble teeth bared.
Sweet, sweet creature of darkness,
I fear you may forever regret this….
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