• To choose something so difficult..so...unbearably life thretaning..
    Being given the option of what has been longed for most..
    Finally come to a end to my search, for something so cold..
    The choice..cluddering my mind; for something ever so bitter.

    Its tearing me apart my darling..
    Its tearing me apart.
    Its my choice, not yours..

    So why is this. Why hold back? Why stop the desire of what I've searched years for.
    The want...the need to be something so frigid.
    I've seen it..first hand. Its what I desire. Something I've searched years for.
    To become one of you; to become something so bone chilling.
    To become something you dispise the most.

    Should I make the same mistake your past lives have done?
    Will this be a regret for my future lives..
    To sacrifice life for the eternal damned..

    To become one of you...
    To be closer with you.
    So that I'm one with you.

    I taste the blood at the end of a knife..
    Why is this so good?
    Why is it.
    Is this because, just maybe..I am already one of you?
    Is this because I just need that push, the one simple push..?
    All to finally become what I may have once been?

    Maybe so..maybe so...
    Maybe thats why that liquid..this so called red poison that feeds your needs..makes me insane.
    I want it...
    I want to feel closer to you.
    I want to take that risk your past lives have done.
    I still taste the blood from the knife..

    A simple curse...that I shall be stuck with for the rest of my life..
    Should I give in to this desire?
    Should I become what you hate the most..
    ...should I be what I have strived for...

    Yes, my darling. You've said it.
    Its my choice. Not yours.
    History will eventually repeat itself.
    To sacrifice life to do what your past has done..
    To become something so cold...so un-real.
    To finally solve why I crave this thick red liquid..

    But shall this be real?
    Yes, my darling.
    History always repeats itself.