Friday, April 29, 2011
Not many people enter the contentment,
A reader of stories creates a dismal fact
Because he or she desires the bringing of facts.
In the broad bold night of the days we extend
Is a party of vampires and their victims;
Empower them to express their blood-thirst
So their realities are recognised and met
By the blood of our fathers,
The blood of our victims.
Find and seek the whole book created by us,
We freely ingest the liquid of love and hate,
The blood of blue and red,
Our blue blood is red, our blood is bled
Like a bloody liquid of the night.