Long black hair,
Pallid skin,
Blood red lips,
Pearl white fangs.
A whisper,
A laugh,
A sudden scream;
Then all is silent,
except the sound of the wind.
Nearer she comes, a evil presence,
Dark warm blood still dripping from her skin.
Her lips runneth over with blood,
Not hers, but some poor neglected soul who has left,
flying back to the creator.
A sudden flash of light,
curtains flying open.
Grey light leaves the sky,
Striking down on her.
Another scream,
Another cry,
And nothing left but smoke.
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Ramblings.
Watashi wa Aiko desu.
Okay screw that, my jap sucks.
Whatevvv,
Anyway, my name is Aiko.
This is where I b***h about the unfairness of life and write random crap which you'll probably not enjoy.
So if you don't have a twisted sense of humour,
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