Chill
black tongue turning
tricks without my knowing
in the hopes of furthering
my connection to you
for you, I could feel
humorously open to bleed
taking my leave
in your shadow’s form
silent in the absence of magic
in our mortal world
drink of me
so I can be
alive in the death throws of purity
innocently butchered
by fear in your hands
I will give eternal
for a taste of the immortal
if it comes, flowing
warm from your lips