In even your lightest hour,
Darkness consumes you,
In your brightest moment,
Even the purest of your dreams,
Are tainted with the unholy thing that is me.
When the blood clouds your eyes,
Let it fall down your body like the silk down the bed,
Let it consume you like the predator does the prey.
Is this a dream?
Am I dreaming of a world that doesn’t exist,
Where you and I could possibly be?
If so, then wake me up,
I would hate for you to be trapped in such an ugly nightmare.
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