Death bestows me it's drink of mezmerization, <br />A goblet of blood-red wine, so divine, <br />Yet so bitter to the taste and smell of a thousand corpses. <br />At the first sip, I can feel the blood in my vains freeze, <br />At the second sip, I witness my demise in the reapers eyes, <br />At the third and final sip, I can't feel anything, <br />For my spirit has abandoned it's fleshy prison, <br />To reunite with...<br /><br />Vampire Heart<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-s-drink/
