Woe to those mortals for I feast on thee, my vains quiver for your taste... The blood that I do not spill... how your taste engolfs me, shy but proud, lustful but bitter for they blood is gone... how your writhering body holds on to breath... my mortals be nice and let yee go to rest....
For the day began today filled with dreams, awaiting for the night to fulfill my darkess desires.... Stepping out of my body searching for a feast how the body yurns to taste such sweetness.... for when darkness falls I see her already in my mind..............
A thing of the past
A thing of the future
Yet in the present
It only matters
Where was it born?
Where is it from?
It does not matter
It is here
Learn to accept
And learn to innovate
As your darkness lies
within your soul
Do not care for those
Who are ignorant to understand
Live love and act
For those who believe
In you, who you are
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