Vampire

He's a fucking vampire feeding on loneliness
hiding in your shadow sipping your vintage
The further you slip into darkness the bolder he becomes
The greedy fucker drinks too much. You fall into despair
you step off the chair, pull the trigger, swallow the pills
He's furious at himself, another fine wine lost before its time
He is one of three mourners at your going home service
He goes home with your sister. Promises himself to be more patient this time