She is waiting in the graveyard.
Mourning the vampire.
As he stood from the tomb.
She sees his figure hanging in the shadows.
Centre of gloom.
Collection of thoughts manipulated.
Twisted thoughts.
Visible incarnation.
He's watching her cry.
Devoid of emotion?
Dead but can't die.

They say the vampire doesn't cry, an emotionless being, no soul.
He sees her, he watches her, unable to bite.
He is tormented, as he watches her crying.
Wants to take her with him.
Can't bring himself to nibble.
His mouth is watering.
He's starting to dribble.
Dribbling tears, as they roll from his eyes.
Vampires don't cry, or do they?

Seeing her standing there.
Both wished he died proper.
Unable stop her,
She's visiting his grave again.
Somebody save her before it's too late.
A guilty conscience, prevalent at the front of his head.
His head bowed disgracefully, wishes he was dead.
(c)Livvi