We enjoy the night —
The darkness —
where we can do things that
Are not acceptable in the light.
Night is when we slake our thirst.
We live in a constant state
Of desire…
Of disgust…
Our very nature often revolts…
But without the will to deny
Carnal indulgences.
We come to the strong and drain them…
A bottomless insatiable thirst —
Always parched and in need of more.
It takes us back to primitive times…
When we worshipped dark gods
In a pagan paradise —
Amidst this Savage Garden.
Your sweet essence nourishes us —
The children of a voluntary nightmare —
With your intelligence and your reason…
With your blood…
Your life.
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