If only the Blood satisfied me,
I could live unchained among my mortal friends.
How I crave the salty warmth of the liquid life
As it quenches the eternal thirsts
Of my parched soul.
I, a god tantalized
By the thought of rapturous release,
By rising sensations,
Experience a quickening
As my teeth pierce her delicate skin,
Absorbing her pain and sharing her joys.
I, a god,
Bask in the ultimate sacrifice
A glutton I am.
I would feast on the innocense forever denied me,
Breaking not only the skin
But breaching also the soul's defense.
A king I seem,
At the peak of preternatural awareness
I relax as her heart ceases its struggle.
She submits
Freely now her heart surrenders the pain.
A body at peace.
But why have I been denied the blood.
Why do I try to steal the souls, also?
What does it profit a man,
If he should gain the entire world,
But forfeit his soul.
Why have I been denied the Peace?
J.M.H.