the full moon is up high,
the wolves are coming,
but I'm thirsting over your blood in pain...
the urge is strong,
the bloodlust is too much to bear...
let me sink my fangs in your neck,
just a little taste of you will make it all go away.
STAI LEGGENDO
Poems of Love and Suffering
Poetryle idee che mi passano per la testa quando l'ispirazione bussa alla mia porta (italiano e inglese)
