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Minding my own business.
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The Blood Countess - Ode to Erzebet
All of my hero/ines have died tragic deaths...
Does it make me a dark soul? To love those who have left me to suffer?
No conquest in the name of love is too small,
for we massacre and rip to pieces the essence of our beings in order to feel a connection.
A string that allows us to believe however long or brief that someone loved us such.
All my hero/ines have died tragic deaths...
Including the women I loved. The men I loved. For I am lost in the possibility that someone might've loved me such.
Love like the blood that flows, can be drained, rationed, depleated...
For love like a needle prick hurts and sends the mind into a rampage of pain...
All my hero/ines have died tragic deaths...
Here I sit... savoring the blood of the innocent. For I know better s/he once loved me such.
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My manner of thinking, so you say, cannot be approved. Do you suppose I care? A poor fool is s/he who adopts a manner of thinking for others! ~Marquis de Sade
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