This is the story of two hearts,
Love lost and love gained.
One lived with overwhelimg exstacy,
Whilst the other lay torn and maimed.
Beaten, bruised, slapped and spit on,
and yet you stay,
smiling at me,
as to keep me from looking away.
Those words struck my spirit with a lasting sharpness,
As the fell from lips so precious,
With such beauty and intelligence,
It pains me to see thought so treacherous .
Like a dull, rusty dagger,
As it slices flesh from the bone,
Yet, a torture I would galdly endure,
to show you that your not alone.
And as the blood spills upon the empty plate,
This I would gladly offer,
to your parched lips,
Only to ease the pains you suffer.
Eternally we are forced to live,
though none will know,
Our love and curse written immortal,
Through happiness and sorrow.
For as long as the moon rises,
I'll be there,
and just as the blowing wind,
I'll be there.
Life eternal....
I'm here.
In the pale light of the moon, Darkness veils the world.
The smell of the blood that stains our lips, and adds color to our pale faces, hangs stagnant in the air.
With a deep breath, it is time to hunt again.
The pounding hearts in the distance as loud as thunder.
Rage building with every step.
and though our primal urges take control once more.
We do it together.
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