His blood smelt so beautifully and yet so inviting,
as if it was humming my name which strained my vocal chords and my conscious just started whining.
He drew me closer and with such love brought me towards his lips.
I just wanted to rewind all night before he died, tragically it all had to skip.
Being pushed away because of my bloody fangs,
"Yes i am a vampire, but im not a monster. Im different." I still blame myself for not killing myself when I had the chance to change.