Willing but Unknown
My pride suffers from a multitude of unpardonable heart aches and sin. Love and an armful of compassion is like torture rendered upon a trusting soul. And in time, I find this crime, that was so sorely inflicted upon my mind instilling pure delight: Ecstasy to a broken man pleading for the pain. Pray thy love filter through and guide me into this glorious reign. I was made to bleed and for this I long to dream. Although sometimes I feel like a million tattered lives in this demented sleep. It is enough to drive me to extinction.I do believe that many souls are born without tears. Inside this heaven I fear I do not live to die but am utterly dying to hear my memories coursing through these veins, begging to be changed with hands that have altered time, but still I remain the same. I was made to bleed and for this I long to dream.
An excerpt from the diary of Amulek the Vampire
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