I called you today.
I called and confessed to you,
I am the vampire you thought you saw the other day.
I've been holed up in my room,
Trying to tell myself it's not true.
I am not the parasitic, paled palor monster,
The one you bit and transmitted the gene,
Passed over until me.
I want to believe vampires do not have superiority complexes.
I want to believe immortality grants time for improvement.
I am scared I will bite you one day,
And I will drive you to my vampireistic tendencies,
Or I will be forced to watch you bleed.
I don't want to be a monster,
But I fear it's too late.