What is it that I should return? From which darkness should I return? Frail fragile fruit from the loins of man. Pale skin darkened only by the plots of vision. Cascaded By projecting hands. Caught in the terror of indecision. Regurgitated and left as the passive king of fright. Who's home is underground. Imprisoned by the night.
Where now my child has this creature to go? What master of theft has stolen my heart? Alas it stopped beating long ago.The warm red liquid only to dry on my hands.Who's taste is now as wine.Caught up in a world I didn't know. Stilled as a moment in time.
Cold flesh ever seeking the warmth of the river of life. Whos fresh red waters flow. Encapulated in the veins of another.How too am I to live with out it? Is there none who hear my crys? Do I not have a brother? One who has transgressed in the realms of darkness. And as I tasted the forbidden fruit. In part even less?
Souless ruler of shadows, Caught prisoner of the night. Have I no advocate? Has the prince come to regain his throne? And I the Jester of his court, lost. Now to stand alone? Has my eyes dryed so that I can only see the blured vision of my youth? That which was taken from me long ago. Now left in his light to die ever so slow.
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