Oh, how I ache to be near you still,
Closer than breath, then pulse, then the heart's thrill.
I yearn to tear into your very skin,
To taste your blood, and let my darkness seep in.
No touch is enough, no glance, no sigh,
In every moment, I wish to be nigh.
Your warmth alone could silence my cries,
Yet still I crave, still I pine, still I die.
