by Arcassin Burnham




passion for blood *******,
love the taste of red,
take a rose from its color,
you can not see me in the mirror,
darkest corners of the earth,
i've been to all,
visited mt.everest,
then had a great fall,
but i didn't crack,
i just kept walking,
as if nothing happened,
nothing ever does,
need me a juicy neck to **** on,
a pen as blood for ink,
and a little red book,
that i write when i collect a life on my killing spree,
no one can fly like me,
if dracula was here i'd give him a run for his money.