• The smell of your blood is fresh, it is on my hands.
    I lick them hesitantly, and sweet sensasion washes through my head.
    You lie on the gorund bleeding, but i am paralized by my own hunger. My mind splinters and i lose my sight. When i can see again all is we'll your in my arms telling me of your love...
    Was it all a dream...?

    ...Or am i dreaming now?