Vampire Rose

Dark petals caress my lips,
A sensation I hold dear.
The withering rose between my tips.
Holding close that once was near.

The rose is eternal love,
And love can never die,
But can beauty rise above?
Or is it gone like the children of the night?

THe truth lie with the blackened rose,
FOr it is trully never dead.
The beauty that it once imposed,
Has never really left.

The same goes for us,
We have not yet expired.
The ones that are driven by a lust
I am...We are...
Vampires