Content Warning: Gore, Death
You love to play games,
hiding under the bed
waking me up with pretty fangs in my neck
Have you been waiting all these years
Carmilla, my dear?
i knew you before light,
before time
something ungodly promised
you would be mine
Angel of the tiniest death,
leaving me shaking and struggling for breath
how can someone so soft – sensitive,
completely transform after sunset?
If heaven won’t have you than they’re nothing holy,
this creature or demon has shown me more love
than anything given by those up above
Hold my still-beating heart in your hands
i beg you
i will drink every drop of your poison
and thank you for it
