We Are All Vampires

Moaning under the abyss
of breathlessness, this, my life
has no meaning, but to avenge
the hunger you gave,wrapped
as a gift on the day I died.
You played with your prey
as a dog frolics with a bone,
its voice stamped,
teeth sinking in
to suck the quiet remnants
of blood-red existence,
which when drained, dried away
the tears inscribed like finger-prints
on a nameless coffin out on the sea
swimming recklessly between this world,
and that. Merging with the moon,
hiding from the sun, taking with it
the charred remains of a burning skin.