Welcome Home

His beauty takes my breath away,

eyes smoldering at my stolen glance.

I feel blood rush to color my cheeks,

he smiles crooked in return.

He said today would be my last,

enjoy mortality while I could.

For when I wake up three days from now,

awake with a new-found thirst,

I would never again be what I knew now.

I'd look in the mirror at my new self,

see eyes redder than blood.

As red as the blood I'd soon be drinking,

innocent bystanders fallen at my teeth.

He'd tried to talk me out of it,

a thousand desperate pleas.

My mind was made up long ago,

no chance of being changed.

The way he looked at me right now,

face full of so many emotions,

I tried to read before he wiped them clean.

Pain grief and sorrow,

at the part of my life that drew to a close.

Excitement love and happiness,

as he thought of years to come.

But there behind his eyes,

I saw the trace of guilt he tried so desperately to hide.

I leaned in to kiss him, to assure him,

that this was what I wanted.

He wasn't being selfish,

he wasn't being greedy.

He leaned away from my lips,

to move his softly at my throat.

It was then I felt the pinch,

the nip to make me immortal.

He looked into my eyes before the fire came,

his were full of shame and grief.

I half-smiled while I could,

and then the burning came.

He held me while I screamed,

and kissed me when I stopped.

"Welcome home."

> Demonic Barber