Moon Walkers
No one comes out at night but me,
For taste of blood is ecstasy,
My touch is cold,
My kiss is slow,
To taste your blood,
Is all i know.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Tired Of Being Sorry [Enrique as Vampire]
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