I have a love that simply will not die. No matter what I do or how hard I try, she will not die. I know you aren’t really human, and giving blood has become boring… so why don’t you come on outside into the light and evaporate out of my life?
I’ve been waiting for you to give me the secret to immorality. I know that you pretend to love for the blood that you desperately need.
I have a feeling that I can’t confide in anyone other than my pale bride, but she’s so dead inside. She tells me I’m her favorite person, but she has had the worst intentions. I’m nothing but a blood donor; my vital signs show a sign that isn’t right.
When she told me that I was her type, I think I understand what she meant that night. We said until death do us part, hence the stake that I put inside her heart.
I don’t want another day of night. Is it too late for me to change my mind?
Have I been left behind?