I am cringing to sanity. I try to Hang on to the goodness of life but am slowly slipping back down into the evil of being a vampire. I eat the living, I feast on the walking living. It’s what I do. I have intermingled with the day creatures for a short while, containing my vampiric form, and acting like them. I can do it no longer. I need to screach. Scratch a chalkboard with my nails in an empty building, for the rats and mice to hear. The day creatures are telling me things. I talk with these creatures like —- one thinks it’s ok to feast on the living, I don’t think they understand what that means. I eat these creatures, I fear them, they fear me, I don’t converge with the creatures of the day. But these ones… I could converge with but only under the guise of a human. My real nature would bewilder them beyond the grave. They would spit me out. And for good reason. Am I a human or a m I a vampire, what is the difference, are we even a different speices? I have been impacted in my speech and writing while living with these Things. I am mellowed. I hate it. I want the crunch back, the screach. The noise. I need the noise to drown out the world. Keep my head where it is. Every once and a while I slip and my fangs appear. People don’t seem to care immediately but I know they harbor fear. Dear lord I want… to go to sleep, so I will. Eventually. … Not die like actually go to bed I’ve been up far too long. My incicors are … I actually paused before writing erect. This is what I mean, I would never pause when talking about sex or cock penis, but the day creatures have tainted me. I must release the naked sperm, for it is the only thing that can combat the worm. I turned my weenor into a weapon of mass destruction. Good night to you all, 오늘 저녁에 집에 가서도 잘 자고 좋은 꿈꿔 사랑해, and remember I can eat you at any time.
