The truth begins to show

I’m the child of the Dark, power is in my veins,
But no blood, I hunt for such gains.
I’m not shallow nor hollow, just cold in a tomb,
Waiting for you to wake me, in hope of love to bloom.
Make no mistake, we’ll be friends and lovers and dreamers,
We will travel and you hold kindly my cold hands.
And when the play hits its final chapter and climbs to its highest,
You’ll see the vampire in me when your time ticks to its darkest.
Your eyes will show fear and a numb surprise, you should’ve known,
For the child of the dark, you’re just prey, a candle to be blown.