Wednesday 4 March 2015

No Regrets

No regrets from a bleeding heart;
Moving on will be my vampire,
Drinking me dry of every reason
I ever had to want you.
You were my saint and saviour
But now I find myself crucified
By this thoughtless breed of love.
My soul now canker-bit,
Half-eaten away with desire,
Is all I am left with.

My vampire smiles and continues to feed.