Stockholm Syndrome

Sneering at the flicker of fear in my
eyes,
You made your way to my side,
You kissed me, your lips stained
with lies.
Your blade you raised,
Glinting in the moonlight's daze,
Slowly swooping down to me,
The air now a crumbling maze.
A mysterious, quiet, cool danger
rained down,
But he made a sound,
And into darkness you had grown.
I laid and watched for shadows on
the wall,
He laid, scratched my skin,
O'er my neck his tongue crawled,
So tired,
My hope to fall.
'Ere at the break of dawn,
Uhtceare,
Recalling the cool, iron feel of his
fangs,
Mountain stream,
Blue-black, heartbeat,
Fell thirst,
Unexpected my lust, his cold
desire.
Wishing for thorned skin,
Torn,
Desire-hate,
Distraction serves evil.
Vengeance I beg hither,
Clasp my heart,
Chase away desire.