I bite deep into this open gash,
I hope your blood will last.
But you're tasting bitter,
I must go quicker.
Flowing red floods to my satisfaction,
This right here, this is my passion.
How sweet you are, your taste will haunt me,
But now you're almost empty, and still taunting.
You're turning as white as your friend had,
I kinda liked you, it's too bad,
My self control was not strong enough,
I'm sorry if I was kinda rough.
You are now empty of fluid and in you I find no use,
So I touch your heart and am suddenly confused.
It is still beating even though you're dead,
and then I notice a turn of your head.
Under the tears, your red eyes look up,
To me this was different, and quite abrupt.
You rise to your feet and I follow you there,
All the while, into each other's eyes we stare.
You hold your hand out towards mine,
I feel a sudden stop in time.
I reach out and grab it,
Man I wish I hadn't,
Because you pulled me closer..
And then it was over.
Did my blood taste as sweet as my vindication had?