My prey walks alongside me unabated,
Their bright blue eyes lingering on mine,
It is not your fault, love, that my hunger is unsated,
For I would rather retain that soul of the divine
That burns within you. Let my soul remain
In this pale, liminal husk, breathing
In that sickening and sweet refrain,
A refrain that leaves me singing.
However, my hunger will not be stalled forever,
For a storm has come for you to weather.
There’ll come a day where I must drink,
Bloodlust and hunger running through my undead heart.
Perhaps, I could find a way to clutch the brink Before I carve my love apart…
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