Condemned. but not alone.

His hands, throw my hair over one shoulder,
As he gets nearer and nearer it get colder.
He opens his mouth and bares his teeth,
All his memories he will bequeath...

He punctures my skin,
His feeding begins.
And I let him intrude,
And his and my past, both were viewed.

Once he was done,
I felt cold,
My thoughts, in my head spun,
And my promise I thought, I had hold...

A life had ended,
To begin another,
With the other;

...Other condemned soul,
That was once roamed the lands alone,
Two dead bodies with no tombstone...
Two with a thirst for blood and with no self-control!

This is about the transaction of one person and one eternal being becoming intertwined souls in the world of vampirism!