Cloak of Love

Emotional vampire sucks you dry
Love and hate drips from crimson teeth
Plunging deep into your veins
Withdrawing your soul, empty shell

Juices run down his hand
Lap it up waste no salty streak
Red tongue, bloodshot eyes
He needs his next hit tonight

Your supply is dry, he moves on to the next
Bruised veins and white skin
Cavernous holes mark your neck
Stumble fall, till it begins again.