Around me
People are talking
Beside me
Mortals are walking
Before me
Voices were singing
After me
The death bells are ringing.

In my eyes,
Your fear is coming true
In my veins
I bare a dropp of you
My pale face
Will take your final breath,
My cold lips
Will bring you sweetest death.

I know
You're my sweet desire
And you know
That I am a vampire.

To Anne Rice

Max Corvus Tenebrus

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vampire-45/