Chasing the Midnight Cloud (Currently Editing)

Red Snow

He walks towards me, clad in sex and black.

Soft fingertips make trails,

Seeking every detail

of his perfection.

Forever young... but stale; never moving.

His eyes hold love

But also hatred for above

Imprisoned on earth...

For drinkers of blood tonight,

this is mirth.

I look to his shirt..

He tips my chin to his face.

My eyes are reflections of his soul.

I yearn to be cold.

To be his.

To escape from life.

He takes my hair in his hands and puts it aside,

Eyes like murder

Teeth like blades

Instinct for blood.

He bares porcelain fangs and wild red iris.

There's cold in my veins...

Venomous pain!

Damned now...

Mortality has perished in the deep night

Forever for blood.

...Blood drips in the snow...

Vampirical seeds we sow.