The thirst..
Unbareable....
The pounding of ur heart...
Haunting and yet music to my ears...
The music sung by the rushing of my life and power in ur veins...
The fate and the curse of power and life that i simply do not deserve...
My life is Crimson...
My heart Black...
I need wat keeps u alive...
To be able to Breath and live...
The moon and stars are my light and the sun is fire light that burns my eyes....
Yet i walk in it everyday...
Cursed to drink....
Cursed by the thirst that overpowers the mire wills and desires...
If not careful the thirst can drive u mad..
If u don't do as needed to quench the thirst death shall open like the gates of Hell and burn ur will with insanity...
It's like drugs..
Once u do it, it's almost impossible to quit...
Except if u do quit then u will surely die...
Must Kill to Live...
Must Drink to Live...
Sorrow burns in my black heart for my victoms...
My victoms haunt me and yet i can not stop myself from creating more death in this world...
Can't stop drinking....
Can't live wthout taking the nector from the veins of humanity...
I am cursed and i shall remained cursed for all eternity...
I am Black Rose and I am The Goddess of the Night...
I simply do not exsist in the world of humanity and in secret i hide deep in the Night....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful.... Elegantly written!