Walking through blood
I feel and fill your thought
I expose your weakness and your fears
I feed your off your tiny mindless tears
I rip into your soul
make you meet and pay death's toll

but then I turn to my brain
maybe I become even for a second insane
For I take pity for a moment
then make you my servant
For now you are mine to control
while feeding on my frenzy until i'm full

Who is mindless I want to know
Is it you minion or is it a show
The strength of a sanguine
and yet weakened by the very strength that makes us whole

I wouldn't stop it or change how it is
for I love being part of the blood
just a ponder and just a wonder
for minions are mindless under our control
but isn't the blood controlling us as well
aren't we minions of the ones we hold dear
the loss of blood and misting to eternity isn't that what we fear

Just the normal that fills my head
when i have nothing to frenzy or kill or be misted by death
this is why i don't think that much
this is how i confuse myself roaming my city of blood

I love who I am and what I become
But a lot more I have to be done
On my way to a path of dark delight
Now I hide out of enemy's sight
Deaf and blind by all who seek to find
To fight another night by my fellow citizens' side


Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 9th of Niuran, in the year 484 MA.