An exsanguinous and destitute <br />malignant spirit has consumed <br />me of my lifeblood and energy <br />as if by shrewd trickery or debauchery <br />this demonic pair of incisors <br />lashes at my throat and groin <br />with great precision and expertise <br />i know not why as yet...only that it does <br />though while walking late past the hour <br />when all light has been laid to rest <br />and all sane people have gone home to bed <br />my drunken state forfeits too freely <br />my mind's guile and body's acumen <br />to the night and its creatures of masquerade <br />as they parade with their open mouths <br />of denture ware and pyrotechnics <br />lustfully i beg to be detained indefinitely <br />in spite of my desire for a quick and merciful end <br />they seek solace to their unquenchable thirst <br />within my neck's naked hemophilia <br />and i offer up my last dropp of blood and alcohol <br />to their fiendish eccentricities of sycophantic horror <br />there is no peace with immortality <br />alas.... i thought i knew her well <br />as another life is terminated with one swift precisioned bite___ <br />The vampires are always those who say they love us the most.... <br />for a very good reason..... <br /> <br />Copyright (c) 2007 Ted Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nosferatu-s-transfusions-of-eternal-love/
