I take the darkness of the night to roam the streets. My steps are uncertain, my quest is doomed to failure. Through the centuries have tried to find a cure for my disease, but it is much more than a disease, is a curse. Headquarters incessant stinging bowel prompting me to hunt. The unwary, who roam the night, are like a drug.
Ah, what would not give the sweet kiss of death! But the lady in black insensitive avoid me, she knows my damnation. Again the uncontrollable urge to drink the precious liquid is driving me crazy. I can smell odors from the air. Each has its own fragrance. No human exudes the same scent. I distinguish them individually. I can feel every change no matter how small. I never mistake about the victim to be sacrificed to appease my thirst.
Silently fly the arteries of the city. Although never fall asleep, it slows down the evening. Better. Everything occurs within minutes. The unfortunate enough not to know what killed him. I'm lenient with those who sustain me. With the remnants of the precious liquid dripping through my lips, close my eyes and take refuge in the shadows of the night. Least one human in the world, another soul to be accounted for in my conscience. How long will it continue ...
Another night of agony. Not even a storm can cool the burning sensation that burns my soul. The flames of hell follow my drift. Many consider me a parasite, others envy my fate immortal. The truth is far more tragic than the superficial humans can conceive. My soul suffers from a conviction infinite.
While humanity is in its struggles and plunges into a multitude of illusions without valuing the better it is offered. I follow my fate to be cursed. The incandescent glow of fiery flames of hell consume the glow of my existence. I am no longer able to remember the moment that took my fall, but still bring alive in me, why.
The sweet aroma, which binds me to this endless wandering, penetrated my nostrils for the first time, long ago. The redemptive mission that brought me to this lower plane broke up before the innocent sweetness of that odor. Never felt a perfume so intoxicating. My senses are sharpened and was not able to stop my actions. Before we understand the extent of my absence, the sweet taste of the precious liquid broke in my gut.
Little immolated victim had a chance. His eyes stared at me confident that my drunkenness before the contamination. The desperation threw me in a flurry of accusations and remorse. What had I done? It would be worthy of bearing the seal of redemption? The pit of hell opened up in my body engulfing me with its devastating force. The angel was gone and the monster took his place. Tears compete with the drops of rain that falls. After so long not even know if they are tears.
Night merges. The storm still dominate the region for many hours. The seat burns my heart. How to be an insane, I refuse to hunt, not tonight. That the seat dry out my soul, but tonight, no! No one else could endure the agony that dominates me. The call of the blood is so violent that I feel the whole weight of the world.
Pains which affect humans collapse on my back. The blood that would satisfy me, pouring from my body. Agony in proportion beyond the scope of any living being, but I no longer live, I'm just a shadow in the darkness.
A shadow! A spectrum stripped of its original condition! I accept these and many other recriminations, but I'm not a parasite! Food me sap that flows in the veins of humans, but not kill them, except when it is extremely necessary.
They slew the victims, I am sorry and I take the former. Not yet mastered the immeasurable strength that encouraged me. Over the years I learned to control the impetus that drove me to meet my victims. This made me much more lethal. Aware of my damn condition, wandered in every corner of this blessed world. I witnessed such vile attitudes I am disgusted. Atrocities committed by humans against humans. This led me to wonder: was I really a monster?
I came to judge me free from the weight that was on my shoulders. Very soon discovered how wrong I was. Humans have a right which is inconsistent with my nature. To them was granted the power to decide their future. A blessing so inestimable that anyone of my kind, have abandoned their status without hesitation.
But humans did not know how to value it. They threw their most precious jewel in filthy pools of error and obstinacy. I became enraged when they became aware of how petty were humans. A species destined to reign over all. But that collapsed before the bright wisp of an illusion. They exchanged their free will by chains that can no longer break.
The discovery of the failure, which spanned the human species, did not serve to assuage my conviction. I'm still being a damn. Other times they came from and always showed the worst is still far from being manifested in all its intensity. I witnessed so many grievances against the nature of man's creation that the lack of mercy, burning in me died.
An endless period of violence was started, then. I undressed my redemptive aura and wearing the mourning of death. Wherever I was, volitional death around. My tusks ripped flesh so that I began to feel sick of blood. Again consciousness undermined my fury. In a moment of total abstraction of right and wrong, was shot down. Not by force or vigilante avenging. Not by a force which could not cope with my head virulent.
A force that was still alive in my heart imaging. A strength that I had decided buried under the bodies of my victims. Suddenly, one of many attacks that effected a flash stopped me alive. The soul was pierced by a pain like no other.
I do not know if it was the tears or smile, just know that the source of my second destruction manifested itself in more subtle form. My soul reverberated sounds kept imprisoned for so long. My whole being vibrated in the intensity of strength I had left. My eyes leaked all the anguish that consumed my being. Given the weightlessness of the fact, could not prevent defeat.
The focus of the vigil changes. The arrest takes the place of anxiety. An enemy of respect is nearby. I feel they are still invisible. Soon we will be face to face. The energy he exudes are nefarious nature. The survival instinct screams in my chest. My warning is reached its highest degree. I'm ready.
The shadow of darkness is coming quietly. Who watches deceiving with his apparent serenity. Only those who have met with their work can anticipate his movements. The danger here. In a flash he materializes in front of me. Your smelling could leave one dizzy to be common, but not me.
Our eyes vie to challenge. I feel the forces that drive your desires. They try to reach me surreptitiously. A smile of indifference shows you that I am not an easy prey. If he wants to beat me, you have to fight hard. His muscles tighten. The feeling of absolute control of the situation fades like smoke. I know he knows me.
As if we were two skilled dancers, we got to measure in a shooting circle. Eyes fixed, not open our guards. Even his ability to change its physical state, time is solid, time and shadow, fails to amaze me. A furious roar escapes her bowel. My opponent did not believe it I'm just a pilgrim without defenses.
His desire to kill me is much more intense than its caution. Without any warning, he breaks the circle. His movement was so swift as the lightning gleamed, but not so quick to hit me. Your body crumbles to the ground. I feel no animosity for that unhappy. My position reflects the sense of preservation. Do not want to dance with death, not yet.
It rises more angry than hungry. Now I am no longer a treat to be enjoyed, but a rival to be defeated. I know he is strong, but I'm in my element. I know every molecule that Volita hereby. Feel each vibrate around me. He did not give up. Re-invest with me. Again shift my body making him fall again. Your anger is immeasurable.
The dance of war has dragged on for several minutes. I expected him to give up to realize that just evaded me. His determination fascinates me. We are beings of darkness, yet as diverse as the basics. I feel that he begins to tire. The heaving of his chest makes it clear that he has never faced an opponent like me.
Despite my refusal to attack him, I know that there is no other way to end the fighting. I'll have to face it. As he walks away and gathers strength, choose a good position and look. This will be his last move.
The brightness reflects all his stunned amazement. One being how he never imagined he could find an end as the beast. My spike stuck in his jugular. The viscous liquid flows freely. What it is not red or hot or tasty. He is not a victim that would serve to satisfy my thirst for blood. The attack was only to annihilate it.
I still feel the thirst burning in my guts, but have not the courage for a hunt. The sour taste takes my appetite. No more waiting, I take my alternative and throw me in a slinky flight. Now I could no longer satisfy me tonight.
My last meeting brought memories that were dormant. Facts so old that he believed they are dead. Excluded from my world, moved into the world of men, alienated in the chaos that governs today's reality.
The vibrations of the past plaintive cast me in a whirlwind of emotions away my reason contributing to the delirium. The shadows are not the only prison that keeps me away from my world. Darkness can not be taken as my worst jailer. An inner feeling much more powerful that the negative energy emanating from hell, serves as a shackle to prevent my flight.
Knowledge of my origin slaughter me courage. I'm doomed to wander without rest or right to mercy. An angel stripped of his status in heaven. An apocalyptic beast kept incognito in a world crude. The poor, foiled by fate, who become victims can show my whole fear caused by my performance.
But the vast majority, that crosses my path, he has no idea who I am. For them no better than anybody. You are so cynical that they are not able to register the energies that flow from my being. Are mere ghosts inhabiting the area. Yet that begs for the release of my punishment, I feel pity and disgust by the breed ignorant and arrogant. The few that arouse my compassion turn away from me with disgust. They know who I am and despise me for it. Ruminate while I wait my misfortune. The cool people off the streets, but there's always one who is in danger at night.
Time to move on. The smell of blood gets my nostrils, a more miserable will meet one who denies me his kiss. I feel your vibrations carefree. He is drunk and relaxed. His thoughts still keep the latest images. The neck of the worldly caliente quenched the outlines are still in your mind. Your sarcastic smile shows how much contempt. Since I have to meet my fate, to be with someone devoid of nobility. So my conscience does not bother you much.
The action is so fast that it is hardly a hunt. Lurking in the shadows it, slays him so he is at my fingertips. Your blood is hot, but not have the same taste that it is in the blood of an innocent. I know the effect of this difference. Even a bouquet wanting more precious, swore never again to attack an innocent. Once was enough for me.
The only innocent, who became my victim, caused me most of my anguish. The pain of their tragedy struck me instantly. I died when I violated my status as an angel. Died when a young life ended in my arms. His blood did not bring me to indulge. I still have his ghost to follow me on lonely nights. His innocent smile is a cruel judge who condemns me all the time.
Resigned, I fulfill the role that fits me. More wretched left this chaotic world. My thirst was appeased, will never be quenched. I still feel the anger boiling in my heart. The sweet taste of the precious liquid becomes bitter. Death comes through my hands, or rather, my prey, but not worthy to hurt me with his pitchfork. Exhausted without hope of rest my infamous flesh, I wonder why I denied it the end?
The night brings me sure that more wretched find the rest that I is denied. Agonizing before another attack. No way to avoid the impending doom, I make me walk a mechanic. The shadows swallow me, I'm your vomit more acidic. Passers move without being aware of how deadly it is this that is next door. If you know who I am ...
Let me drive for a sweet aroma from a niche still unknown. Whoever it is, I know that the meal will be auspicious. Fast cars cut through the streets still taken by the frenzy of the metropolis. The weekend is a treat for humans. I come to a square. The stench, characteristic of the site, does not reach my nostrils. They are dominated by the sweet perfume.
Among the many vibrations, I can identify one that attracted me here. Light skin contrasts with the dark clothes. The eyes sparkle pain. I get your thoughts with bitterness. A young beautiful, full of vigor, wishing the same order that both desire. Despite the odor, I'm not sure that your precious liquid bring me comfort. Suicides are not a good dish.
Suddenly she turns towards me. His energies have joined mine and she sensed who I am. As if waiting for me, she smiles. I know what she wants, but I have no desire to suck its sap. I turn to an unconditional withdrawal. She cries out to get my attention. I refuse to answer his call.
She ran towards me. Is determined to deliver to my embrace. I feel your heart beating fast. Could have gone and fluttering in the air, but something stopped me. Now I feel the touch of her delicate hand on my arm. The silent plea, stamped on his face, strike me as a dagger into embers. A confident attitude disarms me.
Secure it with affection. Bring your lips to my engaging in a magical moment. For a second I am not a monster. The gesture that for many represents the beginning of a promising night, marked the end of a dance that would end in tragedy. The essence of little redeeming my remaining pierces your heart and she no longer feels the desire to die. Look at me again. His eyes glow different. A ray of hope stirred within him. Grateful she walks away. The sweet aroma that attracted me back to speak out. The seat burns my throat.
A roar. A leap in the dark. A flight uncertain. Everything is so fast. When I realize the reality is too late. Another body lying on the filthy floor. As a deranged madman let myself be dominated by a demented laugh. Although dominated by the anguish of seeing me unveiled by the reflection of the moon. At least not the body that beautiful young woman who got to my feet.
Whoever it was, the unhappy lying lifeless is one of the many unfortunate that sort disowned. A one in a chaotic world. At least it relieved the burden of life had imposed on him. He no longer has to worry about the pain that the world has caused. I wish I could do the same with the burden that overwhelms me every moment of my miserable existence. But I know I'm not worthy.
The fire from the lips of the girl still burns in my. So long without feeling the softness of a caress. Believed was no longer able. Tonight my wandering has another purpose. The head devouring my gut is nothing compared to this new anxiety. I know I can not expect a return, a share of my emotions, but find it again, let me now ... happy? Can I expect to have the good fortune to feel the touch of happiness? I, being an abominable and accursed!
I walk by places where I think it might be, but not feel. Their energy dissipated through the day. I feel lost. An immeasurable emptiness consumes my strength. I believe my punishment may still be intensified. Many eyes, many faces, many bodies, but none of that is that I seek. The night has me prisoner of loneliness.
My time goes by dawn. The first traces of dawn are already being noted. Where is that for those who seek? Nothing! One night useless! The crypt hosting my body seems more bleak after my failed search.
In the exercise of my illusion, forget the thirst that consumes my soul. The lack of food is not enough to bother me. A more poignant urgency is apparent. Meet this new need is my new challenge. I have to insist. While looking for material for the home, my soul suffers the beatings of his curse. Meat sleep, but the mind still works.
A be damned, the origin of the most terrifying nightmares, having to face their own nightmare. The absence of meaning. Serene eyes stare at me in the dark. The gasping eager caught my attention. The same perfume before ... I'm delirious. Suddenly everything changes. From the darkness of oppression is not the delicate girl who is projected. A spectrum vile appears. Your mockery is total. He laughs at my naive credulity. Goes over my illusion of wanting to be loved.
The stripes break my flesh. I am a rag without the right to compassion. The blows me scourge. I drift. The blood pours channels that open in my body. My eyes are closing up in an attempt to counteract the effects of punishment. Why? Why can not feel the breath of a feeling that redeems even the vilest of demons? Why this brutal condemnation?
Before I fail, my tormentor cease its attacks. I have received a lesson he needed. The latest brands keep me prisoner. They will serve to show me who I am. When I felt them, I will have the exact measure of how despicable is my existence. They will keep me away from the blessings that only the blessed can draw. No way to react, I will hide in the shadows.
Nothing else will be a mere continuation. The fire burns keeping desire alive. The aroma is ingrained in my nostrils. The delicate face does not leave my mind. Whatever happened to the mirage that dominates my thoughts?
The days and nights come and go and not come back to feel the unmistakable aroma. A vacuum dominates my journey. The adventures are no longer as before. Steps before uncertain, became anxious, almost delirious. Each gentler silhouette caught my attention. Each smell more sweet and gentle me dizzy. Vague nonsense. At least no way out without a sense. The demand for a greater sense that the quenching of an instinct.
Hell may be my fate, but before you get there, try to set foot on paradise. Even if only to lose it soon after. Looking for the delicacy, simplicity, charm, wonder ... I've suffered more than anyone would be able to afford.
The brands I carry in my body are nothing when contrasted with the one that stuck to my soul. I know I will overcome them. All signs point to an unfavorable outcome, but still insist. I can not, do not want to lose it. I'm pretty damned forever to try. She has just this ephemeral existence to resist. A dispute unfair.
I can taste the blood of many, but my head does not cease. The fire tends to increase his fury. I'm desperate. A faint glimmer shown in a cold rainy night. Christmas? I believe it is. The streets are less mundane. An informal meeting of a group excited. I feel the mournful disposition of their spirits. Sadness and euphoria are mixed.
The roar is not enough to bother me. Can I select the stimuli that affect me. The odor is my target. To my disappointment, it is not present. Meeting other emanations as soft as hers, but I ignore them. You are in my heart. I do not even know why, but she assumed a unique importance. I'm an observer. I am patient. I am persistent. I'm an idiot! The threats begin to manifest. Better leave the arena.
The cold air makes me less sore. The wind is an incentive for me to remember who I am. I do not deserve the happiness. Without the look, even hear the laughter of derision. He watches me. Not that I want to find the portal to take me to heaven. With effort, I strive to foil it. I know a place where he can not follow me. The huge temple is taken from humans. Hash me to the faithful. There are so disconnected thoughts. Few are united with the sense of ritual.
