The red liquid dried upon my neck. Perhaps his fangs poisoned me from within until I became a wreck. It's not that I regret showing him devotion, beautiful as the moon that forever circles the Earth. I just thought he had wings, not a heart so black. I can't sleep through the constant nightmares. There is not a single star to stare at, no twinkle left to spark. Life has trapped me in a cave, like breathing beneath the waves. I am blind. I am broken. It's hard to tell who will bite me next. I want to be nocturnal in your sorrow, awake in every echoing night, living forever in your darkest thoughts, so you may know this ache.