Becoming Vampire

I remember the day when night became everlasting.

Like a pair of ice shards,

She plunged her teeth into my chest,

Promising me a kiss,

Giving nothing, but timeless death.

I remember her cold breath,

As her lips touched my skin,

Her hands holding my own,

Imprisoning me forever by her side.

My heart stopped in that moment,

As my blood flowed more and more into her body,

Feeding her, helping her, becoming her,

Making her my mistress and I her eternal slave.

Oh, but the most painful of memories is the night

My mistress, my dead life, was robbed from me.

Long I howled her name at the moon,

The bright full moon, white as the top of her head.

Long I cried blasphemies, yelled curses at the petty,

Soulless, mortal scum that robbed her from me.

Long I sat there, in their homes, at their tables,

Carving, chopping my pain from out their flesh.

And long was the time I took to realize

That my mistress had not drunken my soul from me,

Instead, her death was the hammer that crushed

All humanity from out my heart.