the cold iron tied over the skin Red marks form underneath the chain The chillness flow over the body mix with the heat of blood and become a strange feeling that impulse...... I cannot feel the ache I cannot seal the memories Of the first taste of blood it was wonderful .........and also sinful
if there is a begining, there is an end people comes and goes i just have to get use to it there is a bit of warm feeling left in that hall somehow we met in luck, but leave in fate it was quiet, this morning with no distrub i hold on to the door, to be the last one saying good bye .........with no responce from the empty room