"Alone under the dark sky..." Can I have a drink... of your BLOOD? |
Alone, under the dark sky of the harvest moon. The fresh taste of blood upon my lips, I think of you. The one so strong, yet so fragile. How I miss you. I miss the nights of joy and endless carnage. And the days we lived in darkness. How I wish they still were. The passion we had for blood, Our mutual hate for the living, The love we shared for each other. Sadness envelopes me when I think of these things. I am filled with an amoral hate when I think of you gone. I'm so alone, with nothing to live for. I'm empty without you. I want my misery to end. And when I remember how the slayer so viciously beat you and staked you through the heart, I wish that I could have been the one to go. Though I want my existence to end, I think of what you would do. I know you be heart broken, and you would feel the same as I do now, But I know you would keep on going, With a renewal of bitterness to kill. So must I. I must put you in the back of mind and move onward. Thought I must remember you, I must continue without you. I will always think of you during the hunt and I will remember you during the kill. |