So long have i lain, shrouded in darkness, enveloped in his immortal embrace, comforted by the silence of death. The air stirs, thick with memories. I close my eyes, pretend i'm not seduced by the intoxicating smell of your skin, by the warmth of touch. I am a slave to the incubus as he rises up from beneath my sheets, and presses his body hard against mine. Weak with desire I give into the blood lust, dig my nails into his back splitting the skin. Awash in the crimson tide of life I open my eyes and face tomorrow
