Darkness and candle light, the corpse of him who lost the fight. Lover of Death and his orgy of whores; sitting round a table stabbing the cadaver with their forks. They savor the taste of flesh so divine: a meal made sacred with sweet red wine. Devouring the penis the buttocks, the heart, the brain. Sipping blood from crunchy blue veins. Lucifer's angels, porn stars of pain. Seductive lips crimsoned with blood's unescapable stain. by Gwendovere (Insomnia) (Amy J. Kline) http://www.CrawfordAndKline.com/insomnia.htm
Reason for writing:
Darkness, vampires, sexuality, death...
Birth sign: Virgo
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