There will be blood from every bite of my love. They say love hurts Now look what we have become. Not in the mirror, My dear It will not show you what I see It will fail to show your reflection To any body. After my love bites And the pain starts to smear. Your whole existence dissolves From every mirror. Your beauty is gone From your sights to see. Now your existence Belongs eternally to me. Your submission of weakness From one night of Romance. Has resulted in this… The Vampire’s Last Dance Written and Spoken by EddieLee21 Eddie Barthelemy Jr is an American photographer and poet who resides in Illinois Photography by Ramadzo Ksenia Ozdamar is Russian photographer who temporarely resides in Turkey.