Sired

My lips still tingle with your warmth
that filled me till I was whole,
your corpse, a fleshy friend of mine,
good for only what it's worth,
though I did love the game we played,
you have excited me it seems
aroused me in the labrynth
your mind was, before it broke,
but I the am power encased in night,
and I write the story
played out on stage,
a twist it seems is evident
for the actors in this scene,
your dead tongue will taste of me,
and we will do it all again,
this time though, we won't be foes
this time we'll duel as friends,
lovers 'til the end of time,
forged in the blood we'll spill,
connected through the horror,
that will make our heartbeats sing.
Yes you my love are a murderer,
that is what sways my choice,
companions locked in homocide,
breathing out bloods voice,
and I will be the one to lead you,
my virgin to your first kill,
and you will make me beam with pride,
as your sire, lover and mother.