Scarlett Kiss

Why is our love so immoral?

Is it really us that’s so wrong?

I look around and see love everywhere

Couples kissing and snuggling,

Sharing their lives

sharing their love

How are we so different to them?

Why do they look at us that way?

I know we look strange

with our black clothes and our painted faces

with our dark hair and our pale skin

with our strange music and morbid fascinations

But our love is pure

It burns with a fire that would frighten these mortals

Have they ever felt the purity of pain?

The cleansing of the true love bite?

I refuse to wear marks like a teenager

my scars are private, my bruises deep

Our passion is brutal and feral

We make love like animals in the deep of the night

We growl and snarl

Bite and scratch

We possess and dominate

And play mind games

Are they jealous of the purity of our life?

Do they wish for our freedom?

or are they happy on their pastel worlds

with their faded love?

Never knowing the intoxication of the scarlet kiss?