Vampire

Draining out the truth,
From my mind as I try,
To look into your bloodstained
Eyes filled with contempt 
That burns in circles of nine 
You are Hell and I'm Dante 
Every bite that you give me 
Has become infected with
My own desire to escape 
Before your actions result 
In my death, creature of the night,
One who runs from the sun,
And can't look at himself in the 
mirror because of your visage
Withered into a hollow monster 
Who takes the joy out of everyone 
And leaves them a carcass of their
former vibrancy before you discard 
Unlike a vampire from Stoker
You don't have a heart to stab.