You think about yourself too much, and you ruin those you love.
I could not sleep well last night.
In my nightmare, it was always the same pale face. I had brilliant white fangs, and there was nothing that could stand in the way of my ripping your flesh from your bones over and over with bare hands and nails and teeth. An insatiable desire to watch your blood spill over my arms and legs again and again. A sickening build up of hatred. I only woke up when I could no longer see evidence of the struggle. I towered, gleaming, immaculate in all my crimson-stained glory, only to be brought to tears by the notice of stains upon my shirt.
Someone tell me what this means.
♥
In my nightmare, it was always the same pale face. I had brilliant white fangs, and there was nothing that could stand in the way of my ripping your flesh from your bones over and over with bare hands and nails and teeth. An insatiable desire to watch your blood spill over my arms and legs again and again. A sickening build up of hatred. I only woke up when I could no longer see evidence of the struggle. I towered, gleaming, immaculate in all my crimson-stained glory, only to be brought to tears by the notice of stains upon my shirt.
Someone tell me what this means.
♥