I am the Vampire Your blood is a river of sunlight I feed off your warmth and joy You don’t even notice
I am the Vampire You are drawn into my ruth I adore your merriment You find me so elegant
I am the Vampire You and I embrace I’ll **** to return to your arms You fall in love with me
I am the Vampire You believe me to be a comely maiden I am a young lad You ignore the signs, my warnings
I am the Vampire You and your love will die I am ****** with immortality You say otherwise
I am the Vampire You are horrified by my truth I did not choose to be cursed You do not believe me
I am the Vampire You come in of your own free will I do what I must You make it out alive, but heartbroken
I am the Vampire You bathe me in holy water I choke myself on garlic flowers You drive a stake through my heart, but forget to cut off my head
I am alone I am the Vampire
You can interpret this poem however you want. Perhaps it means something different for you than me. The original idea was using vampirism as a metaphor for gender dysphoria and the transgender experience.