I finally showed myself to him.
My heart I did reveal.
He turned and ran.
I caught him.
He became my evening meal.
His blood was rich,
his scream sublime.
And as I held his head
I bit his throat apart
and sucked.
He bled and bled and bled.
His skin grew cold.
His heart grew weak
as in my rage I slew.
“Did you not realize,” I asked,
“that I’m in love with you?”
And in the end he shuddered hard
within my arms and died.
“I loved you too.”
His final words.
I cried and cried and cried.
Beyond Panic 