black & blue
in the darkness of daylight,
left on the hand of a poem,
intervened some glimmers,
a black & blue's countdown,
you to identify my name, hid
in the dent of your universe,
where a few seek for stills, or
are amazed over the moon…
here i am
here I am... (the ink is still wet…) — the rains of your lust fall relentless, pathing through the noise of your psyche, anesthetized and seduced by the rays of my moon, exposed and mesmerized through the chimes of stars, enough to poison your blood with its crystallized honey for invoking me under the pen name, — I Am A Vampire — now, I possess the perfect excuse to metamorphose you... under my spell