Turn me or die trying.

Before you ask yes this is what all my poems are about....

You had me at the first word, there was no need for persuasion,
You made that little promise that would change my life forever
I swore that night I wouldnt, it as a secret amoung the dead.
You smiled and disappeared I was alone in the cemetery.

You came back and with that promise to make
You lay me down and took all the venom and blood
And made your kind, a kind that people never believed in
You taught me the rules and some of your own.
Now I was with you and had no choice as I am what you made me.
You took me and introduced me to him and her the one's you worship
Yes it's true, you made me your secret vampire that does not live.