The breath escapes
From his lips
He had face water
Before taking a dip

There was no choice
For him to make
Hands grasped his neck
Not theirs to take

Blood seeped out
From his neck
Before he wound
Received a peck

This wasn't fair
He didn't want this
Though, perhaps somehow
He can die in bliss

His eyes venture up
To see this man
His smile is wide
Well, he be damned

Suddenlly, his vision blurs
Only to see the man be no more
The other shifts, and moprhs
Him, realizing the other is his core.

Some vent art of Trouble letting his blood lust consume him