Killing Time

The sweet ecstacy


my lover’s bite

renders me something new,



wanton and miraculous.


yet never to die.

A nocturnal parasite,

I prey upon the unsuspecting,

and pray for the innocent,

and harvest them both

with alacrity.

I have embraced my damnation

with all my dead heart,

and revel in my fall with heightened senses.

Come, let me fill my cup,

and raise my glass to the

depths of the generous, glorious gift

you so unwillingly provide.

To my side, my love,


let me

partake of all that is

in you.



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