To My Vampire
A Poem
Is there a reason
I yearn for the pain?
Does the idea of feeding you
Make more sense to my brain?
Everyday, I hope I never wake up
But I’d never take that step
To end my life
Unless it’s into your web
My life could mean something
If my blood was your sustenance
The pain wouldn’t matter in the end
As I pay my penance
Death would come for me
As I lay in your arms
The question still remains
Who would it harm?
I know I’d be missed
That’s why I never act
But if you’d do it for me
At least I wouldn’t feel so trapped