(erm... I can't find the rest of this poem in my logs, so I'm rewriting the middle)
Vampire Love Story:
Chalk on my fingers,
Blood on my lips,
Strong coffee in this mug,
Taking occasional sips,
It was just another victim,
Just another meal,
Then why didn't I cut their throat,
When they tried to cut a deal?
Loved and left,
Worn and cut,
Deliciously hopeful,
Crude convict slut,
These chains may be a symbol,
These eyes might look past pain,
This time it might be real,
As real as acid rain,
And as painful as the first time,
Assuredly the last,
Grow up from all this madness,
Love is past you, it's the past...
To hell with all this romance!
I'm a creature of the Dark!
Now I really must be going,
My next victim's in the park...