25 February 2013
Trying to target the worst, Whilst praying I can quench this thirst.
Trying not to be that bad, Whilst quelling rage, so brutish, mad.
Trying not to pine for more, Whilst feeling numb at my stomach's core.
Watching red reminds me so, Wishing I knew where to go.
Loving blood is loving dark, Two puncture wounds in neck: my mark.
I target those deserving it, And I enjoy every last bit.
A Vampire With Morals. • Opuss № I