Vampires and poetry

This is one of my more creative pieces. I was inspired by my friend who told me about something similar. I wanted to see what i could do with the subject.

To wake in the middle of the night
and feel the pain in one's neck
and to fall asleep the second next

To wake up in the morn'
and forget that dream
a face of deathly pallor

Unnoticed in the gloom
and teeth pointed on the end
only vaguely seen

A blood-thirst filled by
sleepwalking nights
remembered only as a dream

nothing really different,
but nothing all the same.

~Anora Anakaya~