Artist: Unknown

No Saint In My Soul
By: JoAnna Martin

Creeping through the shadows,
embracing the night.
No saint in my soul.
No intimacy in my bite. 

Searching through the gloom
for someone to fulfill my need.
Peeking in a lightless room,
I am overcome with greed.

In the moons vaporous glowing,
two figures lie motionless in bed.
Both of them unknowing 
that in minutes they'll be dead.

The window is unlocked-
oh what a grave mistake!
I slip through in silence, slightly shocked 
as I see him lying there...awake.

His soft red hair fell upon the pillow
as he brushed it from his eyes.
He stared at me in the moons white glow,
unpleasantly surprised.

I whispered "I shall bestow a secret gift
upon thy saintly heart so kind."
I moved across the room so swift
certain his sanity would unwind.

His partner lay there sleeping
as his face went white with fear.
My blood-stained fangs induced his weeping.
His body froze when I wiped his tear.

Taking him by the hand,
I escorted him from the room.
He was reluctantly at my command
as I led him to his doom.

"My love, thou shalt die screaming
but not a soul will hear.
Realize thou art not dreaming
as I make a reality of thy fears."

His eyes looked at me wildly.
I said "Do not bother to resist."
But he jerked and twisted so violently,
he broke the grip upon his wrist.

Foolishly he turned his back
and I appeared like a ghost.
Launching a most vicious attack,
I tore open his throat.

My nails dug deep into his arms,
holding him firmly in place.
Aggressively drinking, lacking vampyric charm,
swallowed by ecstasy as my heartbeat raced.

His eyes glared back at mine,
saddened with utter disbelief,
as his heart beat one last time,
unleashing a sigh tinted with grief.

Ruthlessly, I released my grip,
to the floor I let him fall.
I wiped the blood from my lips
and to the window I crawled. 

Still savoring the deadly affair,
slipping into the brisk black night,
once again the Angel of Despair   
has taken another victim with her bite.

There is nothing more fulfilling
than the success of violent capture,
a cold and heartless killing
ending in such silent rapture.


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