Dark Wings, Dark Words
Anger and Hatred Are all I cling to. In my time of need, Do not take my tears for weakness. Only a fool would. Tears are the only salvation that will spare your wretched life. Henceforth, watch keenly as my rage slowly descends upon my hot cheeks, as this would result in the means to your bitter end. A mere rid to your insignificance in my life. I beseech thee once more. Do not take my tears for weakness; Only a fool would. They are only the means to your bitter end and my sweet revenge. -Bloody I.V.
I Bite…
She could not speak. Warm blood pulsated in my mouth. Cascading over my rigid tongue, to soothe my burning throat. “Heavenly,” I thought. As I ripped through her porcelain skin. Tearing through the springy flesh that tried so desperately to keep. I slit the throat with razor, sharp teeth. Staining them with her crimson flow. I could tell by the way her heart was beating , that she knew she was going to die… And with a stomach-clenching crack, I bite… By Bloody I.V.