Darkness My Bride

The blood dust surrounds me, like a promise of fever. I embrace my heritage, I embrace my vile nature. Blood; sweet like dark honey, creature of copper autumn, crimson like wine and fallen leaves. Blood, which changes my eyes into rubies. Blood – a sibling of all sins, delicious sister of Lust and Greed.

When my fangs open your vein, the beating of your pulse fills me like a sound of drums; heavy, dull and dark; like night filled with horrors. Your body opens before me – receptive and sublime. It’s never enough. It’s never enough for me.

Humans. They exist to feed the hand that tamed them, to oblige the lords and ladies of twilight, dusk and midnight. And when moon swallows the sun forever, the night eats our fears, the night gives us wings to reach the bleeding stars.

Your desire still not quenched, your willingness to offer me yourself still not sated. Lose yourself in my arms and change the wine in my cup into the richest essence of life, fill my eternal hunger.

I feel like thorns trace a trail on my backbone, the passion boils in me. Tearing the veil from your innocence. With kisses sharp as crystalline edges, blinding you with excellence of the deepest darkness.