Death's Lover

Frost licked window pane
curtains without nightmeres within
beauty is a feign
the monster within always wins

She is Immortal
a daemon made flesh to tempt man
lust without equal
you succumb from which you once ran

I have tasted her
without regret do I go on
she is my master
blessed am I, servant to her throng

I ride waves of lust
blood, sex, and the night are my drug
in darkness I trust
a vanpyre holds my heart and tugs

Death's kiss brings me life
oh, to drown in her damnation
I cling to the knife
and revel in the sensation