The scarlet blood

On your pale skin

Is dangerously beautiful

Your lips

Your arms

Your neck

My fingertips. 

I want it

I want you

I want 

To feel you tremble

As I

Taste

Your

Blood.

I want

To watch you

Panic

As you

Finally

Understand

That I

Will

Destroy

You.

I want

To paint

The glittering

Rubies

That drip

Enticingly

Onto

The floor.

I want

To bottle

You

And bring you

Out

When I

Am most lonely.

I want you

I am

So

Hungry

And you

Smell

So

Sweet.

But I

Will hold on:

If you

Die today

I cannot

Taste you

Tomorrow

So rest,

My love,

Be silent

And let me

Lick the red

From your lips.

I like to feel you quiver.

I like that you’re afraid.

I like that you don’t fight. 

I like the flavor of your tears

Mixed

With your blood.

Don’t move,

Precious.

My hands

Are shaky

And I’m so hungry

That my razor

Just

Might

Slip.

Be still,

Darling

I’ve licked you clean

And I just

Might

Nibble.

You don’t need that finger,

Do you?

Or that one?

You have

So many

Can’t

I

Have

One?

I’m pulling

Your hair

How strange

That it hurts.

Are my fingers

Cold

On your

Neck?

Is that

Why

You scream

So loud?

I’m trying

To taste

Your scream

It isn’t

As sweet

As your blood.

I only want

A little

More

Just one more

Sip

And then

I’ll stop

Please,

Love?

Can’t

I have

One

More

Taste?

Oh,

My darling.

Oh,

My dear.

Oh,

My.

When,

My love,

Does a man

Become

A monster?

Don’t speak,

My love.

I want your blood,

Not your voice.

The red

Is gone

From your

Pale skin

The sun

Comes up

And I

Must leave you

To

Its light

Enjoy your cage

My precious.

I’ll be back

When the shadows

Return.