Here is my voice, whispering words of vicious endearment
Down the ears that can hear me but still refuse to believe
It's possible to hear voices in your head, after all.
Here is my mouth, softly tracing beautiful poison onto
The mouth that said my name and then denied me in the same breath
The dead aren't supposed to walk, after all.
Here are my eyes, drilling black holes into your skull and
Bleaching all colour from eyes that are frantically telling you
I'm just a grief-induced hallucination.
Here are the scars in my arms, trace over them and feel the blood
That use to pump so warmly next to you as we lay together in the dark
But now lies cold and withdrawn.
Here are the marks that shouldn't have existed
The ones that took me away from you for such a short time
But you couldn't wait to cover me over.
Here is my love for you, bringing me back to you
Even as my throat tickles and I sense your terror in the beat
That throbs across your throat.
Here is an invitation to join me, so that we need never be apart
Permanently separated by veils of light and darkness.
Here is an invitation to renew the vows, because
Death is such a temporary thing anyway and besides
Didn't we always say how cool it'd be to become a vampire?