Metamorphic Kiss

taste the blood on your lip,
from one little vampire's kiss,
feel the churn in your heart,
that hasn't made a final decision.

finding there's no need for the sun,
you feel the frigid embrace,
making you believe in life,
has come harder to the end.

hearing the heartbeats speed,
you begin to think on what to believe,
calling of the blood begins in the mind,
turning you from us to them. . .

goodbye friend,
hello fiend. . .