bloodshed 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. 040623 what's it to you? who go blather from