I invited the Vampire into my chamber
Because I was bored
Because it looked pretty
Because I’m no stranger to bloodletting
And it leaves such pretty corpses
Bloodless and pockets emptied but
With stories to tell in stone
And costumes and long locks of hair
And I know how to speak to the dead
And I know how to be one dead
So I open the vein
A little more
Wouldn’t want Nosferatu
To break a tooth on me
The wounds sting when they’re not bled
When the beast disappears
It’s time to start trolling the streets
Like some ratmad Renfield
Or the Ripper’s muse
Tracing the footsteps
For others of that inclination
Elusive devils
They don’t seem to congregate
And when they do it is of a dangerous sort
For the purposes of collective hunting
Of souldraining blooddraining
Of lovefeigning mindreigning
And they eat the flesh and spit out the bones
And I haven’t the flesh for the task so
Here I am, back in the chamber
Licking my stigmata
Till the wounds heal or the creature wakes
In silence that echoes
Because the dead won’t shut up
They’re like anyone else
And I say to the thing
In its velvet lined coffin
“This Sucks”