Sunday, July 04, 2010

Vana: Where Thou Art.

That stench.
That bloody stench.
Of rotten flesh
And rotten dreams.

You're trying to feed on someone else again,
You parasite.

Your blue blood is blue no more.
Your blue blood is blue no more.
Sinner.
Hypocrite.
It never was blue in the first place.

I will cut you open.
I will devour you alive.
I will scratch wounds so deep into your skin that they'll never fade.
I will stalk your every thought.

But don't be afraid.
Come to me now,
make haste.
Come to me,
like a child crawling back into his mother's womb.

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