I am the reaper my stains of emptiness haunt the edges in the pain we embrace.
As for the vampires there company thrives as starved we are of the feast.
For no true answer lingers for you so be the artery opened now bleed us a nightmare that's screams of this lust.

Often we find hope within the lies.
**** this deception my truths are but candles wax and promises half herd.
He knocks again only  to be ignored the latch is a lock to keep you in for we know the way in.

Tonight we understand the screams .
All riddles are but nightmares in disguise.
Empty was her thoughts so cold the ground we call home.

Tonight they will yearn for escape.
No shackle to understand the thoughts key.
Twisted we are together do understand the nothing we truly have become ?

It's time and the pain will no not a single mercy.  
The fruit was are poison  all along.