You are a vampire.
You are death.
I want to hold you close.
Feel your soft hair black as night.
I want to kiss your soft lips of blood red.
Feel your cold, cold skin against mine.
Who knew death was a girl.
Who knew she was so beautiful.
I'd didn't think I'd love her.
I'd didn't think I'd want her.
But that's it I didn't think,
And I don't regret.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem