Darkened Cries,
Burning lies,
Thorned and Hurt
My heart is bruised and curt.
I'm crying inside,
I'm living my lies,
I'm killing the hurt,
I'm loving the dead,
My eyes are red and empty now,
My heart is black and dead.
My love for you is mauled,
By your own hateful reply.
Slicing wrists,
Turning fists,
Flowing blood,
Dying young.




- Serpent Vampieralla Shynique, the Cutpurse.


















Penned by my hand on the 4th of Scarlatan, in the year 280 AF.