Is this some oddity that I have never seen?
Am I witnessing the aberration?
Or am I the mistake?
He is cut of an alien stone
Yet we share the same mold
We have broken our chains long ago
And still we seek each other's bondage
He will kill and he would die
but for whom?
Does he truly hear my howl?
Or is it the whimper of my heart
The pulsing of my veins?
Is it the lure of the wine?
Am I the temptress of Eden?
He fears the stake
He should fear my fangs
He should quake at my hunger
He does none of these.
I see an immortal
I see