Thought of the day
I see crimson-coloured blood stains on your lips, eyes gleaming bright, skin fading to pale. As you come and hold me in your arms,
Let me fly with you, the cold-breeze fans my flustered face.
They say I should be afraid of you, the true identity of yours. However, I am the most safe when you are around. They say you don’t have a heart, that you are dead, but I hear your emotions echoing in my ears, how much pain and sorrows you hold.
Let yourself confined in me, let your worries flush in me, I may not bring your dead heat back, but I can be the beating of your dead heart and the light in the dark
-Aphorism of Rigveda
-Crimson Dark; you’re bizarrely moral for a vampire