I hear it, in the dark, when I'm alone
It calls out to me, with it's silky voice
It speaks my name and I don't know why
That dark, beautiful, inky existance.
Sometimes, I want to follow it, when it beckons in the night
I don't, what holds me back? Is it light, no, light has left me
Then fear? Yes! Yes, it must be fear!
But it shouldn't call me in the first place!
It has no reason to want my flesh!
My blood hasn't thickend like that of others
It isn't touched by bitterness
It shouldn't yearn to drink my blood!
Yet it does, I feel the yern, it lends the yern to me