I can't even really put in to words how sickeningly sweet blood would taste to me right now. I don't care if it's creepy, I don't care if it's wrong. Call me a vampire; I so rarely sleep anyway. I seem allergic to light. Take me out of this hell. Let the blood freely flow. Take the pain out from my bones, or never let me see the light of day again. Don't steal my bullets today. Load my hands that are my guns, my only weapons of comfort. Let me blow out all that stands in my way, even if that just be myself. Let me be with the only one who has made me feel more than human, like a devilish little angel. Raised on the Devil's Backbone, but so was I. Take me to the dark den, lit only by candles, that I may feel alive again. Take me to the one who scared away the anorexia that might scare away the rest of my monsters as well.
Free me.