Vampire Baby

It was on a midnight flight leaving Transylvania.
I hadn't slept in days and was bordering on mania.
It was a small charter plane; all were equal no first class.
I tried to get some shuteye; my head resting against the glass.
I was extremely elated to get away from circumstances dire
A lot had happened, but for another time, in the two weeks prior.
Shifting in the cold and poor excuse for a seat,
I noticed in my eye's corner a scene that was so sweet.
A raven-maned mother, pale yet lovely, gave her child a peck
as this tender sweet baby suckled the blood from her neck.
Mothers and children snuggling can be so lovely together.
This scene calmed me as the plane surged through rough weather.
I feel asleep in that tiny plane until crying did my slumber break.
With a start I arose to see who so vociferously spake.
The mother of the baby tried miserably to help her boy feed
I took a straight razor, cut my wrist and started to bleed.
I offered the lad my bod's crimson drink
Not caring what other passengers might think.
I cared not about the stains that made my sleeves damp;
because I understood what it was like to be a young vamp.

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