As you bow your head in science
Remember those me who came before you
And see my sacrifice, and blood
The reflection isnt yours
The bruises are my gift to you
So you can see how wonderful your Romeo really is
As your satisfaction in your denial
Eats away at your sanity
Look at the pictures of me
And understand that he will always remain
And you laugh at your faults,
And cry in your dreams,
For your fallen Romeo, and his long dead Juliet

DeadAngel
January 5, 2001

The two boys had bathed their souls in the sea-breeze, and their eyes in light.

Credited as the first modern vampire poem, "Der Vampir" caused a scandal when it was published in 1748. This short poem by Heinrich August Ossenfelder has strong erotic overtones: a man whose love is rejected by a respectable and pious maiden threatens to pay her a nightly visit, drink her blood by giving her the seductive kiss of the vampire and thus prove her that his teaching is better than her mother's Christianity.

Take it all and leave nothing but bring back the death you stole.
Drink from the life that is no more, eat it up until you drown.
Don't look at me, look at yourself.
Bring it all down into the darkness of your mind until it's lost in your soul.
You're all looking for nothing but you can't get away.
It screams your name from the darkest night.
You try to run but there's nowhere to go.
It's coming closer, closer.
You scream but all you can hear is your heart.

your blood so sweet,

biting harder and waiting for an unheard scream,

drinking long and feeling your pain and agony,

holding you close and wanting you to always stay with me,

lapping at your liquid soul,

watching you turn and walk away, feeling a deep hole...

the pain anger and fear eating away inside of me,

standing, looking at your form disappear, nothing more to see,

searching what's an eternity for a place to bury my dispair,