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.