I never knew I was digging my own grave when I accepted to be turned
I was later told it was suicidal to die with him
And the gallows will leave marks that thread to eternity
But foolish me!
I was tired of a skin I was forced to wear that 6 feet deep felt like a relief.
So I caterpillared myself into the soil which felt natural to this disaster I was clad in
But three days later …
Dude decided to rise like bread with yeast
I ate the life and now my blood cloth is worn proudly
He is stingy with me in his fist clenched tightly
And every time I try to snatch me I’m reminded
That I dug my own grave when I let him turn me
Now I’ll live forever, his vampire army