Caught in the wind my fear plays unfair
in the eye of the storm at loneliness I stare,
a fool to suffer her divine incense
love verging unto predatory, albeit an offence

they say blood is thick, in clumps it runs
I see her flesh and so trepidation hums
her soul white, untainted, pristine and plain
doused black and sticky, sordid cravings to blame

beauty giving birth to an ******
quivers in my stomach I can't resist, or fathom
a vampyre in love battling it's thirst -

to be heart-broke and desperate it seems I'm forever cursed.