Jack

When he awakened, after they'd killed him.
Wondering what it was, that he'd forgot.
Found a new friend, to help him remember,
And to discover, why he'd been shot.

Under the floorboards, my lover lies sleeping,
Down in the basement, where light doesn't shine.
In deepest darkness, he waits for the evening,
No longer helpless, on blood he will dine.

Now he has found, the man who had killed him,
Using his power to scramble his brain.
Now that the mobster, is totally helpless,
Wondering how he could, drive him insane.

Oh how I love him, my vampiric lover,
Eyes gleaming redly, with blood that we shared.
Hoping to join him, in life everlasting,
Only to find it, when I am dead.

Away from the sunlight, my lover lies sleeping,
Cold as the grave, but not really dead.
Rising again, as darkness enfolds him,
Living for ever, with earth as his bed.

© 1995 Michael Bernardi

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