Bloodstains in my fingerprints. Screams inside my head. Memories of imagination. I'm dancing with the dead. Whispers in the shadows. Death waits upon the eve... I've come to love the darkness. The night is when I feed. Black, it is my very soul. The devil kneels to me. But like a stone, my heart was thrown. Into hell... eternity. Cursed by thy maker. Made to live among the dead. Collecting souls has made me old. Yet death is what I'm fed. I'd die to live tomorrow. For a heart beneath my breast. I chase it all in sorrow. Never reaching my own death.
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