Vampire
R. I. G
Someday, I want to meet a vampire.
Amazed by its fangs, it's cold and pale.
He slowly creep up on me
Sucked his teeth into my neck,
Bleed me dry until I lost my soul.
Oh, could you mold me into a reflection of your essence,
Metamorphose into a vampire like you.
So I won't starve for food;
I will starve for blood.
No more hunger,
But the desire and thirst for a thick red liquid.
Who agile at night, who never meets daylight.
An immortal, a state of not being alive or dead.