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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