The metalic taste of blood,
drips off my very tongue.
Your flesh so bittersweet,
tastes like honey-coated meat.

Into the mirror's gaze,
I look beyond the glass.
I see no future,
For I have no past.

There is no reflection,
to be heard and seen.
For a creature of the night,
I have always been.

Mandy Lee

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vampiric-2/