Rips and screeches the cellular level,
Tears at the veins,
In vain to reach the artery far below.
Press harder, just harder, nearly there...
Sweat and tears through my hair.
Makeup, contacts burning my eyes.
Try, just press harder...
It doesn't take much, just force of will.
Once the artery is reached,
Its tissue breeched,
My terror will be complete.
Vampyres, nursing at my wrists, aren't really there.
Fountain, vomit tragic water,
Water filled with cells, giving it colour.
I am cold at what I've done,
And yet I know I won't bleed out...
I clot too quickly...
Being A+...
I'll pass out, then I'll be found...
...right?...
Vampyre fang scratches my throat...
...it's ov--