YOU ARE READING Fiery Poetry Because our blood was meant to boil. ONE 149 7 1 by lunar_society by lunar_society Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Urban fears of the past turn into horror stories deprived deisires now supernatural fantasies neck carved markings turn into tattoos vampires and priests both dread holly water and those cowards still hope for salvation.