All the darkness in the world stems from the darkness of our own heart - unknown
Why do thoughts, darkly hideous, plague the midnight mind? He did not want my heart, he wanted the gore beneath its scarlet rind. I hemorrhaged flashing visions of my crimson blood dripping on ****** snow. His sweet slashes left my heart thrashing. As he drank the fierce red ocean that floats my soul below. I smelled a rancid scent, The mortal death's on his breath. In a deep haunting whisper, he revealed that I would cease to grow old. If I drank from his slit vein,. I'd be free of mortal pain. Now with an insatiable thirst. I shudder to think it can always be worse.