what does it like, to feel blood spilled on your hands?
when the warmth of human body left its shell slowly..
what does it like, to know you can ripped out a heart..
when it's still beating, alive and awake

to have power so great, controls life of others
to have passion so fiery, craving for a rush

how does it feel when you look someone in the eyes, the moment his soul abandoned him..
when you stabbed, ripped, torn, broke the holy grail of human, the lively body
that second of red-warm-blood burst on to your skin.. shiny and ecstatic!
as the liquid of life runs between your fingers.. drip all over your body

you see the darkness rise from within
slowly but sure
cold yet soft
beautiful aura of emptiness..