Yearning To Satin Coffin Poem by Book by the Red Tooth of Vampire

Even though I was not able to receive your gift my dearest
I know from where it rose
It happens that not vampire nor human mind is designed to always
obey or follow artificial signs
We all are rebels my dearest
Whereas I squandered fire power to reveal the persona in unsolvable crime
You exhausted yourself in impressing unimpressionable
Would it be time to return home to our satin coffin and start again is in question

For any spirit to soar gently ask permission
The doorway to admissions starts from eyes
You did not even in your irresistable bloodiness and delightfulness...
You only smiled when I signed off from society and was forced to hand back my badge