My free will is gone;
your aura commands me.
You draw me each night,
to ecstasy and pain.
You show me your beauty,
but I know it's not real.
Your lovely face
masks a soul so dark.
After the pleasure,
you draw my life's blood.
You keep me alive,
til' you need me no more.
The weaker I become,
the greater your pleasure.
my time is not long,
lest you make me undead.
Your promises are hollow;
I am one of many.
Bodies strewn through time;
discarded like waste.
Tonight will be special.
I have a treat for you.
The bright, silver dagger,
I found in your dresser.
When you take me in your arms,
I will end your undead being.
My life is spent,
but others will be spared
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