I bury myself in my work,
pushing the taste of blood
to the murky edges
of my tortured mind.
Words fill pages.
I picture the action
as it will unfold
on the theater screens,
delighting audiences
too human to see
the horrible truth of it all.
My characters meet untimely ends today,
for I wish to see their blood painted
in warm, glistening pools
across the floor of my prison.
I wish to swim in the crimson flow,
drink until I am full again,
I am strong again,
I am vampire again.
The doorbell sounds
in the hollow silence
of my tomb.
Visitors have not come
in the daylight for years.
My wolf is at her shop
until the darkness arrives
and she comes to me.
We try to ignore our hungers.
Who could this be
stopping in
on an endless Tuesday?
I abandon my work,
open the door,
just a crack.
A fair-haired girl
holds up a package,
only my eyes settle
on quite another delivery.
Her pulse fills my ears.
Her smell casts a spell.
Her blood calls my name.
~Drake
pushing the taste of blood
to the murky edges
of my tortured mind.
Words fill pages.
I picture the action
as it will unfold
on the theater screens,
delighting audiences
too human to see
the horrible truth of it all.
My characters meet untimely ends today,
for I wish to see their blood painted
in warm, glistening pools
across the floor of my prison.
I wish to swim in the crimson flow,
drink until I am full again,
I am strong again,
I am vampire again.
The doorbell sounds
in the hollow silence
of my tomb.
Visitors have not come
in the daylight for years.
My wolf is at her shop
until the darkness arrives
and she comes to me.
We try to ignore our hungers.
Who could this be
stopping in
on an endless Tuesday?
I abandon my work,
open the door,
just a crack.
A fair-haired girl
holds up a package,
only my eyes settle
on quite another delivery.
Her pulse fills my ears.
Her smell casts a spell.
Her blood calls my name.
~Drake