The Vampire

“The Vampire”

I am ready to be sick again…I am ready to rise
From the coffin in the ground you have cursed.
You’re a sepsis in my brain, your seed within my veins.
I’m ready to wake, wake up next to you hating life—
Please let me cross the threshold. You can say it’s all my fault,
I will bear the blame like a second brain—
Your thoughts speaking in place of pins and needles—
I’m ready to wake, wake to your nightmares
And never sleep again, even when the sun destroys me.
I just want to be near you—as close as we can be—
—as close as one beast can be deranged.

Ah! That pain is my nourishment.
I grow strong with my weakness for you.
It only takes one try to make me reverse the clock.
It only takes one try to taste the way my mist touches
When you are gone, and I am no one…
I wear you like a second set of veins,
An exposed nervous system under grace of barbs.
It’s better to be dying than to be loved,
And you have the grace to bury me every day
To wait for me to wake, wake up from my death.
I want you to be the reason I am dead forever,
And waiting to live longer just to touch you.

Peel my heart and tattoo your name into these sweet rags.
I’m glad it will never fit inside the same again.
Is it really so alarming?—let me know
How I can break my teeth for you.
I want you to be the last thing I ever see
With my accursed lips upon your neck.
Let me in now—it is just like sleep.
And inside the tomb we will writhe
With the worms in our eyes waiting for the day to end
So I can wake, wake up just to touch you.