I am Vampire.

Drink from the pale sliver wrist you do,
from the red pools of hell, from the hands of a demon.

Eyes wide, tormenting glory within,
harder you grip, your blood surges so.

Damnation inside, you feel a pulsating sin.

Your body convulses at the vile creature growing within,
eating and searing whatever life you have left.

Give to the devil, the life you once had,
Give to the night, the day you once loved.

Wretched orgy of demons emanating from the cold, cold blood,
Quick, painful, abusive; your body dies from within,

Two hearts now beat as one.

The pain so immense, the pleasure so delightful,
the air slowly whispers of loss and detachment.

Head snaps back, you grin to the sky,
to the moon of the dark, to the shimmering fangs in your eye.

A small trinkle of lust, rapidly grows from within,
a lust for the warmth,
a lust for the blood,
a lust for the life.

Growing and growing, until you're no more,
no more than the very hearts of which you shall feed.

Beating and beating, a beacon of their life,
flowing with soul and emotion,
a living heart shall strike the night.

Mice heard like bears,
skin pale like snow,
air thin like ice,
you're now silent like mice.

Slowly you drop, to the cold earth ground,
feeling emotions in your old life, fade away without sound.

Slowly you stand, glaring at your hand,
Under your breath, you whisper with a smile,

"...I am vampire..."

Let it begin.