I am called funny, but i occasionally I fail. I am called pretty but i don't think so. I am also called Kate. I'm one of those weird beings, that has no idea what they're doing.I feel kinda lost and somewhat troubled by somethings I am not aware of. I am searching for answers, as I have lost my guide. I prefer gentlemen who tell pervy jokes They're simply more fun to hang around with...
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~On the feeding of wolves~

The lamb senses the wolf's approach.
She knows that she must run.

Escape.

The lamb, unmoving, stands transfixed as he draws near.
She is captivated.

Entranced.

The lamb does not run.
She feels so very alive.

Enchanted.

The lamb knows the wolf is almost upon her.
She marvels at his fangs.

Enticing.

The lamb does not wish to run.
She instead offers her throat.

Enraptured.

The lamb stands so very still.
She feels his teeth on her now.

Eviscerating.

The lamb falls to her knees as she is taken.
She feels pleasure, interlaced with pain.

Ecstasy.

The lamb's sight fades to black.
She has fallen victim to the wolf's savage attack.

And so the wolf is fed,
And so the lamb is bled,
And so the ground is once more stained red.

Yet every lamb would risk a halo around her head...
If she could just one time; in such a way be bled.

The end.

~Billy

~VAMPIRE~

An exquisitely young and lovely girl.
Lain on her back before me, her life unfurled.
Silken hair askew in a spiral swirl.

Her hand dangling from the altar, skin pale as a bone.
Fingers slowly open, the contents of her hand now shown.
Flower drifting to the floor, it's final flight flown.

Shadows slowly crawling across the floor.
Moonlight gradually retreating from the door.
The time is now a quarter past four.

Cold winter air.
The wind whips at my long flowing hair.
So it is that i gaze upon my lair.

Another night hunting spent.
Blood enough drank to pay yet another day's rent.
From this life there is no repent.

Vampire is the name by which i go.
Heartless creature, cold as January snow.
I live but i am not alive, hell is all i know.

Yet another lovely maiden lain dead.
Once more the guilt echoing through my head.
Already i feel a new hunger that will soon need to be fed.

Retreating to my tomb i must sleep, close my eyes.
Tormented until sunset by my victim's cries.
My makers promises...nothing but lies.

~Billy

~The Beast~

It is I of whom you dream when you gaze out your window into the starlit night.
Eyes desperately searching the skies, ever longing for my icy touch.

In your dreams you say...

Come to me my sweet.
I cost nothing.
My love is free.

You offer your neck,
You say, "Forever live with me."

I your lord
You my lady.

Together more fearsome than any horror in Hades.

So come my lady, take my hand.
Let me spin my spell, fill your eyes with sand.

For it is in your dreams that i can fly.

Where i come to you.
Kiss you.
Make you sigh.

Do not fret when morning comes and you find that your Dark Prince has gone.

I will return tomorrow night, but always be gone by dawn.

So my lamb as the sun rises to the East,
Kiss me now,
Say farewell to your beast.

I am forever grateful for your bountiful feast.

~Billy, 2010

Hello my pretty young princess. May you find all that your heart desires here. Do you know what your heart desires? What is it you seek, what do you wish to consume in your soul's hottest fires?