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the taste of night, is a page i turn.
i sit alone, on my chair, staring into the nights sky,
thinking of what to write on my paper.
i start to think,
of the playful man,
once thought to be mine.
imagining the past,
and the sacred dreams which flash in my mind.
then which pleasure and pain,
leave fire and ice at their mark.
i sit alone,
when i see the night,
teasing me and my thoughts.
i imagine us,
together,
then imagine the past beauty,
sought to be my own sister,
take his life away...
my meaning to go on.
and turn him,
into one of us.
a creature,
a monster in sight.
called to be leeches,
for our haunting behavior,
of drinking;
feeding of animals,
people;
things that we once were.
i remember my first night, as a creature.
running wildly in pain,
as the bite on my wrist seems as if it were acid.
like fire, buring into my skin.
i ran past the fields of beauty,
ripping each flower apart,
and poisoning the meadow.
and i lie down...
........
i wake up,
panting,
i realize im still in my dark room..
i see the dark sky above me.
and whisper,

"it was only a dream."