the taste and acceptance

as what i am
as what people see me as
the thirst
the taste
the smell
but who and were
to find the perfect someone
that someone just to have that one night stance
i need it
i need it soon
my hunger grows
like my fangs grows
but where
where to find her
a church
a park
a night club
a house party
the street
i search and search
but i cant find her
my anger grows
like the thirst grows
but then..a smell came
a beautiful delightful smell
and then in the park
next to the pound were the swans were
their she was..her
young faith
writing a poem just her alone
her and the night sky
her and her black pants
black shirt
a typical goth
i sat by her and try to glammer her
but nothing happen
she just stairs at me
licking her lips
asking me if i found a host
i look at her and said no
she laugh and smile
she took her fangs and bit my neck
draining my blood
i look at her and smile
she look back at me and said
your turn
as i returned the favor
our heart connected
i gaze at her once more and ask
be my vampire bride.
a smlie came open her and accepted
as i kept feeding
so was she