(My old poem 2010) Vampire Suicide Love

Teeth puncture flesh in mock rage.
Tonight we will flea life’s cage.

Blood drips heavy from severed veins.
Drops of crimson honey my tongue claims.

The blood of lovers, hot with passion.
We drink the others in no sane fashion.

Death looming over as we make love.
We welcome him standing there above.

Drop by drop our bodies run dry.
We lay arm in arm as we die.

Once again my Fallen Angel will fly,
And her dark prince will rule on high.