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Nosferatu
I have been suffering for so long, I think I've been living forever. So much pain I have seen, mostly inflicted by me. I try to care, really I don't. Careless reckless emotionless villain. Black hearted, void of light, I dwell in darkness. Neither dead or alive, a wraith and purveyor of rage. A monster enslaved, by his affliction. To ravage pillage and plunder, creater of victims. The more the merrier, it arouses excitement. To see suffering, and hear cries of torturous infliction. I am an infection, an indiscriminate plaque that devours happiness. Baring teeth to open wide and clamp down deep into flesh. To consume whatever makes you you, and whoever is close to you. Entraced by the fire in my eyes, you are hypnotized, submissively. I shall feed, the curse the thirst, won't stop calling me. It builds, it hurts, i won't fight it, I will give in intentionally. Feening, a cannibalistic need, ravenous heinous murderous. Jeepers creepers, I smell it, it's in you, deep inside. Run, hide, for i will not subside, without my fill of blood.
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