Christmas Suicide

A Christmas of love
A Christmas of blood
A sharp thing hanging
Not to high above

Just as rusty
As he next
A body that lies
Just as dusty

She looks around
He’s not here
She looks up high
As her tears fall on the ground

She hears his voice
Turns around to see
Nothing there
She makes the choice

She grabs the blade
One last time
As she looks around
Her choice has been made

He comes from behind
Without a word she sighs
He can’t believe
She’s made up her mind

He sits there frozen
Not a word to say
As he can’t believe
The thing she has chosen

The blade touches her skin
So pure and white
He sits and witnesses
It pierce like a pin

As the blood does run
He takes her arm
Looks at her
As the come as one

He looks at her
His eyes so fierce
As he licks the blood
The wound does cure

Astonished she looked
Somehow
Someway
She knew he was hooked

As he knew again
He hung his head
The last human part
Ad escaped right then

How she did know
How he did not
What he was
Nor his sorrow

She kissed him there
Her lip his fangs did pierce
And all of a sudden
This life she could bare