Then embrace of the kindred is like bliss
At first pain, when the fangs break the flesh and the warmth flows from u and all becomes cold the pain dies. When the pain is gone a new life begins that of the night the search for new prey and the begining of the cold I long for the cold of night to get away from the pain of day in this I look for the reason to welcome the embrace. I long for the feel of the embrace and to return the embrace to someone who wants the cold of night and to leave the pain of day.
