Curse Poem by marie elizabeth vampirus

unable to see the light of day
unable to touch the warmth of the sun
my curse has begun

on a blasphemus night i take the shape of man
devouring flesh of my flesh
blood of my vein
i have become an image of Caine

sweet surrender i give to my luccid thirst for crimson liquid
its warmth give strength to a body gone flaccid
darkness give youth to behold
endless deaths i had been bestowed

i prick thy flesh with unmatched passion
i will become your obsession
spread the curse that is a blessing
the nocturnal life is worth living