The vibrant red rose decays, turning black with the touch of your skin.

Your lips parting to bite on my neck—bleeding now, hold me with a tighter grip.

This feels so right; my heart pulsing through your veins.

Your porcelain beauty weakens my fight and I want to scream.

But my plea doesn’t escape my lips.

I’m becoming weaker; my blood igniting into flames.

My skin is frigid.

My eyes are black.

My throat is dry and cracked.

You take me into the night; the vines of love hanging us by our necks; the silver kiss of your soft lips.

From your fangs my old life drips.

My decaying veins give life to a new being.

I am born again—faster, stronger, better—immortal.

I am forsaken for love.

I am left to decay forever, walking by moonlight as your lover for giving me eternal life.

This is the ultimate sacrifice.

You did this for love and so will I, in porcelain beauty and decay.