Revenge

His corpse lay strewn across the bed,
Pale skin streaked with crimson red.
She licked her lips, her job was done,
She loved the monster she had become.

Fiery hair with crimson eyes,
One soul opens when another dies,
No more pain, she no longer cried,
No regret as another one died.

She loved the chase, she loved the thrills,
The screams of anguish as she drank her fill.
Revenge was sweet when you're undead,
Seeing those you hate with eyes full of dread.

Morbid, maybe, but all was well,
She knew she was already damned for Hell.
With one final bite she sucked the corpse dry,
She was glad she let her humanity die.