by Shadowdance

Santiago is a friend of mine
A mad vampire is he
He comes in through my window
And takes a byte of me.

And unbeknownst to him
I am already tainted
I have the mark of the beast upon me
You can taste it on my skin.

I wonder if this will bother him
He is the undead already
Can my blood make him stronger
And give him more power?

He takes from me all that I can give
And yet I do not die
The beast within my soul lives
And makes the vampire high.

He likes the effect and does not stop
Keeps coming back for more
My soul is lost what can I do
I am captured in his power.