Alone on a night as black as this,
when the moons caresing the golden hour,
one so fair should be kept in plain sight, for who
knows the secrets that it keeps under the cover
fo a cloak that puts to shame the petty coats of
fair maidens that wander rin the bewiching hour.
So nieve, the world of dreamers, So nieve the people who only see the grin upon the fox, and not his pretentions.
Is it there foult? I can not say...If a child walks willingly in to the arms of a mad man is it not there foult? Or is it in turn the parents foult,
for leting there child walk out, on a night as black as this?
kill me, kill me,
let me die.
drain my blood and peirce my eyes.
beat me till my feelings numb.
save me frome this worlds crule pretentons..
do not squeal under the slightest pain ..
do not point a finger of blame,
fore it is a fate only u can hold.
thus a suttel peace advised....
is it worth to stay alive???
sigened... "a lust for blood, a lust for bloodlust."
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