If this were a story,

My blood would run for but a moment,

But then I would fight back,

And the running blood would be yours.

If this were a story.

With your fangs bared against the naked flesh of my neck,

My hero would have stormed the stage by now,

And I would be rescued.

But this is not a story,

My hero, I know will never come.

And you suck my bleeding life force,

And force me to surrender.