The darkness
I walk, I prowl
I stalk the darkness of the Streets
To find the crimson reward I so desparately crave
My soul cries for its deliverance to its insatiable hunger
My victim is one like me
Dark, Dank and mysterious
The bleeding heart is what I seek to devour
I betray life with each one I take
only to sweeten 30 seconds of my own
Return to me, o my lifeless soul
I walk on the otherside, yet I am among the living
Damned, and yet my salvation is the warm,
Crimson rivers that flow through your veins
Through the blackness, I can feel your heart beat
with every blessed thud
Every nectarless cadaver I leave in my wake
I can feel their blood pulsate within and through me
that is almost an orgasmic experience to take the drink of no return
As I see there memories and colors
When thry lay dying, with the ancestors gathered around to usher them into
heaven
An endless Hell
A blessed Heaven
A dream... a Life
Bloodlust....
Words whispered by the dying on the wayside
Bloodlust...
staying in my lifeline, I am an entity
So hollow inside, and yet filled with an endless pleasure
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