They feast upon each other blood, never thinking it to be wrong.
the band continues to play its ever mournful song.
the tile floor becomes red with all the freely flowing blood.
you know you are safe, surrounded by family.
a family of darkness.
you pull someone's wrist to you mouth and drink their blood,
drink them
their essence
their soul.
they do the same to you and the feeling is pure ecstasy
one person from two
thats the power of blood.
