I am the glissing darkness that takes away the beautiful glittering light in your eyes. i am the most wonderful thing that makes there things happen in your sleep.i am the one thing that makes you lifeless, pail, and num. Num. as you are in your sleep. thinking its all a dream when you wake up with hate, darkness, and the taist of fresh warm flesh and blood in your mouth. but you still swallow that sweet salty taisting nector that is left behind in your mouth. blood evrewhere- in your bed, on your floor, and lightley on your strange clothes that you wake in. its becoming an obession, a evreyday thing that has become a addection. months later, waking with light purple pale bruses covering your bright beautiful eyes as they used to be, now dark, lifeless, and now comfterley still as they will be until death awates you.
do not fear, i am not nearley done with this great transportation and bloody masterpice that you are becoming. . .