Walking into the night....
drinking of crimson life.
heartbroke and alone..
feeding and lying in his un-dead body.
The hunger inside makes of them....and always is it calling for the blood of man.
Jaded and faded from the living world are they so...they say {i} can not be this....hiding from the day...though not have the strength to tame the hunger...
fading and hating life..hiding from the day...for it is haunting..
Feeling the blood run through mine...through the crimson vein it leads to a loving beating heart of empty feeling...must they look at the light by putting out their light?
Immortal being of the night seeing that nothing in this world is alright..living through centuries...living through decades feeling nothing from this un-dead life...
To seeing hell in their eyes...feeling their body and dying inside... the immortal soul such as these
{i know its not that good leave some comments or ratings for improvement,} thanx
