When we first met
I was terrified I’d hurt you,
as I ran with demons
through blood-stained streets at night.
You were so fragile, human lover mine,
too fragile to share this life with me.
When you became undead
I knew you would leave,
as you ran with demons
through blood-stained streets at night.
You never understood,
broken down emotion is all that we become,
as our fragmented minds
romanticise their death.
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