She spoke in a whisper a faint glimmer of existence I had yet taken from her in the moments the darkness would embrace her and leave me to reflect.

they  believed me a phantom a ghost haunted in in shadow now the truths of my existence would show the ugly scars of my true self.

Pain was there only understanding and a burden to the guilty I had no remorse for the actions simply a found indulgence into the darkest pleasures .

A red wine and a black rose made such perfectly different bedfellows soon they will know but for now let there ignorance call out wolves to a full moons embrace .

Nightmares are my colors and this canvas I take from your flesh and break your thoughts to suit my own.

She whispered faint to the emptiness that stood before known only as I.
I wonder did we view this monster the same ?

Nightmares exist I breathe from the gates to show my face  in malice do you care to indulge me if only for awhile?