Two Monsters in a Fairytale

The black caped coat, the purple velvet vest the grey blue mist of his eyes
Following me in every rroom, circling my head with ravens blood dripping from his beek and broken wings
As I wander in a hideous tunnel of vampre bats hanging upside down, they grin at me
Turning into a man not human, but the stone cold fingers of his ripping my heart and sharing my taste
We are two immortal monsters in this horror of a teenagers.made up cravings
Though just a nightmare, from the dark stories of a fairytale
I awaken with my jugular veins in my neck dripping of fresh blood
And holding two red roses in my hands of the living dead, now tortured
As this story never ends, for I have never been scared of monsters