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As pictures stream into my mind through the windows of my soul,
It is my black heart that wakens from it's dead sleep.
Thundering drum rolls through the silence of my eternally dying soul.
Bringing forth an urge to move and a hunger that has been lurking for centuries.

It is the demons that creates the dreams that lay me to sleep each night.
They grow in numbers and they vow never to let me walk alone.
It is the weakness like a poison that turns their stomachs inside out.
Gushing rivers of consumed blood from their throats that were black gaping holes.

It is the sound of the uncontrollable contractions of their stomachs that gives me my power.
As I smile the smile of deceit and treason that creates that venomous hate I feed on.
I turn and stare and let the pictures flow into my mind.
How comical to watch a spectacle like this unfold!

Tomorrow I will cry my tears and plead my pleas as I beg for a drop of water on the tip of my tongue.
Or; At least; So I am told...

Description
As pictures stream into my mind through the windows of my soul,
It is my black heart that wakens from it's dead sleep.
Thundering drum rolls through the silence of my eternally dying soul.
Bringing forth an urge to move and a hunger that has been lurking for centuries.

It is the demons that creates the dreams that lay me to sleep each night.
They grow in numbers and they vow never to let me walk alone.
It is the weakness like a poison that turns their stomachs inside out.
Gushing rivers of consumed blood from their throats that were black gaping holes.

It is the sound of the uncontrollable contractions of their stomachs that gives me my power.
As I smile the smile of deceit and treason that creates that venomous hate I feed on.
I turn and stare and let the pictures flow into my mind.
How comical to watch a spectacle like this unfold!

Tomorrow I will cry my tears and plead my pleas as I beg for a drop of water on the tip of my tongue.
Or; At least; So I am told...