Merciful Dance

Writhing bodies clad in black. Flow past me as I stare.Like beacons on a stormy sea. The lights around them flare.
Leather, velvet, metal, lace -These ornaments they don,Yet their necks remain unclothed.For me to gaze upon.
Swirling through the smoke-filled air,The music lifts their soul.Succumbing to this sonic drug,Their minds have lost control.
I pull my cloak in close to meAnd drift into the crowd.I search each ghoulish painted face.As death looms like a cloud.
My angel's face appears to meAmidst the swaying mass.I glide to her through sound and haze,Ignoring those I pass.
My eyes fixate upon her skin -So smooth, so soft, so white...Her naked arms flail wildly.She waltzes with the night.
I reach out, and I touch her hair.Which has fallen in her eyes.She sees me for the first time now.And jumps back in surprise.
I grasp her hand and pull her near.She's powerless to my touch.I feel her warmth flow into me.I want her blood so much.
But I can bring no harm to her,Despite my deadly urge.As I stand there with my love,My heaven and hell converge.
I cannot make her who I am.To live eternally,Feeding off the innocent.As they die painfully.
And so I share a final danceWith her before I go.I kiss her lips once, turn away,And let my hunger grow.