Vampires

Alone, under the dark sky of the harvest moon.
The fresh taste of blood upon my lips,
I think of you.
The one so strong, yet so fragile.
How I miss you.
I miss the nights of joy and endless carnage.
And the days we lived in darkness.
How I wish they still were.
The passion we had for blood,
Our mutual hate for the living,
The love we shared for each other.
Sadness envelopes me when I think of these things.
I am filled with an amoral hate when I think of you gone.
I'm so alone, with nothing to live for.
I'm empty without you.
I want my misery to end.
And when I remember how the slayer so viciously beat you and staked you through the heart,
I wish that I could have been the one to go.
Though I want my existence
to end,
I think of what you would do.
I know you be heart broken, and you would feel the same as I do now,
But I know you would keep on going,
With a renewal of bitterness to kill.
So must I.
I must put you in the back of mind and move onward.
Thought I must remember you, I must continue without you.
I will always think of you during the hunt
and I will remember you during the kill.