Moon hanging high. Someone dies, a bite on the neck the demented mind. Blood running with rage like a river. I'm running like a wounded wolf. Blood dripping like a rain storm. Running with the pack. Seeing in the night, sleeping through the day. Full with the precious crimson liquid. Fighting the urge to drink. Said to be legend but am i really. Part of a lost group. Vampires rule. twisted
Rea Kyasuri-n · Fri Apr 27, 2007 @ 11:52pm · 0 Comments |