I see your eyes, they alone tell your age
The story of your life, a book with one page
Your skin is white as pitch is black
“If you choose this there’s no going back”
Is what you say when you look at me
Can’t you tell? Like you, I want to be
I, too, want the deep scarlet wine of the vampires
To live as you do, fearing only sun and fires
Knowing I cannot die of old age or illness
I know you giving me your blood would fulfill this
My love for you is so strong still
I would drink blood, I would kill
If I had your love, I would not die
but be reborn, and tears of blood cry