Be My Vampire?

There are days when all I think are what can I do?
For there is a obscene lack of colour here,
all there is, is shades of white, grey, red and black.

There are nights when the world lights up,
like a rainbow kaleidoscope so bright,
and the fog glistens like the innocence of dove's wings.

The twists and turns of your hungry mind,
Lost in the dreams of love, bleeding in rose petals,
Dripping from the innocent breath of lover's meeting under stars.

If only you would see the love I feel for you,
and you would know truly the dripping pain of this open wound,
please then would you be my vampire of love?

Would you make this body give up what it needs,
devour me whole, make me senseless, loosen my heart so fully
that not even the darkest dreams would disturb me again?

Would you be my vampire please?
Will you release me from this mortal binding?
Will you command my world, my body, my soul?
Will you take me to be your slave of blood red love?