May 06, 2004 19:55
She looks around and thinks so this is what life is. Always hiding never living free, never being who you are because your afraid of everyone else. She looks and realizes even more those who care nothing of this and lives as they want are seen as fornicators and sinners in the world. She shakes her head at the sad truth as she walks through her life molding it to the affects and changes that take place. How could she be anything else but who they wanted her to be who they made her. Now she is a dark creature who lurks and shuns all things and people. Light briefly hits her and she hides from it like a dark creature of th night, her fangs gleaming from the reflection of the luminescent rays. She sits and waits like a vampire for her next victim who wonders to close carelessly. Only those alike in her can stand near. She doesn't look around the world in wonder anymore but observes and takes in once again. REturning to her life as secluded and lonely.
*This is my mistress, this is my Queen of the Damned