I see her shadow
in the rain.
I see what she’s done.
Bent over the lifeless form,
blood marks her mouth,
her hands,
the ground beneath her.
She’s fed,
wild lust for flesh
has driven her
to kill.
Her wary eyes search my face.
She waits for me to run,
but I will not.
I understand the hunger,
and in her savageness,
she is beautiful to me.
Silent footsteps take me to her.
She rises to her feet,
still shaking in the afterkill.
My finger runs across her scarlet-stained lips,
and I sample her feast.
The blood is young,
pure,
delicious,
and my lips find hers,
wiping her skin clean,
savoring the blood kiss.
We both tremble now
as raindrops wash away
our sins.
~Drake