For my Friend who Constantly Writes Through the Night
1.
He writes with his pen, his spill tool
Lyrics flow freely a story unfolds
he thirsts to write
the Lyric Vampire toils through the night
till just before break of dawn
he spills blood from words
droplets stains parchment drip by drip.
2.
That last drop of blood had made its mark
blood oozed from a punctured neck
a punctured neck from which he drew
an overwhelming reflection of his heart
but that was long ago
now pale blank sheets like ghosts haunt him
time had elapsed and not even a tiny a drop
a tiny drop would be all he need
to set ablaze his desire
and burn a path to a new script
feeding energy into his manuscript.
3.
An eerie thought had crossed his mind
but the next victim he couldn’t find
in the pitch dark of night he waits to spill
pen drawn he heads for the kill
… time had come at last
droplets of blood trickles from his mouth
amassed on paper
a narrative so sweet it excites
he licks his lips in delight
he thirsts to write
but only through the night.
Once Upon A Time 