love & hate The eye's grow darker,
as i feel it in my veins.
What i crave,
the thing I yearn for,
rising above my love.
For once i have what i crave,
I then can consume
what i love.
The moon is low,
for it too is frightened.
Petrified of what lurks
in those shadows.
Waiting for its victum,
carefully chosen.
Mine is already chosen,
eternity I promised her,
and that is what i will give,
needing only the smallest bloodshed,
then she will be mine again.
what's it to you?
who go