I long for the fist in the face
And the chain on your waist
Midst the rolling sea of black.
The speakers roar as your face -
Pale, pallid in the darkness -
Snaps sharply from me. Sweat
Sprays my senses as I bite your neck,
Vampirically suckling on your passion.

A jarring jolt in the base of my back
Brings me back from undead slumber.
Yet I still remember that reflection
Although I know it was never there.