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Think of the pain as reassurance that you are not dead yet. What you are feeling is life in you! I would hate to lessen that for you. I will take you from extreme to the other. I would never deprive you of this; your final awareness.
Shallow breathing in willing ears. Cool palms resting above, as the heart beat intensifies, only to rest as darkened lips speak their fate. Tendons tensing in rage only to slip into a blissful lullaby to soothe a wicked mind.
My name is to no avail and nor will you learn of it unless I happen to befriend you. My nature never seems to change unless my emotions for you have. Generally I’m a social person. If you approach me in a calm, friendly manner I’ll return the same vibes and perhaps even a few smiles. Yet if you walk up on me, looking hostile, sneering, snorting and ect, you can be sure that I’ll throw it all right back in you face. I consider myself to be on the bit of the short side while others say I’m quite tall. Standing a mere 5’7’’, with dreadlocks that hang down on my back, I don’t seem like the one to be the ‘jokester’ amongst people. But it seems that the clownish personality is sinking into me. For it seems I can make a stranger laugh by saying a few smart-ass comments or giving one of my idiot savant answers. Yet this is just a mask to hide my true self from mankind. There used to be days when my mind was jumbled and I knew not what to do. But slowly I came to realize something. Maybe I’m not all human or vampire but perhaps a mix. A creature combined of demon, angel, vampire, and human. For the demonist side of me understand how I can have such of thoughts and lust for killing others at times. Not to mention my weakness for violence and carnage. For I too may lash out in pure malice for unknown reasons. My angelic side wanting to help the weak and defenseless at moments. The vampire in me, sucking the very essence of life from others to keep my own body going. And last the human side...the one that sends off mixed emotions, that I’m forced to shut off at times. But if this is truly what I am, then I fear for the worst. For this is nothing more than an irony of a life I have. Evil, yet good. Dead, yet alive. However I pray that this is my burden to carry, for it seems to hold the most question and answers possible in my unatural life.
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