H.M.
China Doll




As the warmth of his blood flows down my throat
I can feel his lifeless body beneath mine
His strength was useless against my powerful grip.
I hold him close until I satisfy my thirst.
As his blood courses through my veins
I know now that I am an immortal.
I wipe his blood from my lips
And seal his death with my kiss.
China Doll, The Immortal