IT IS -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It is... the cold stare of a passing stranger, the isolation of the world amongst itself. It is... being cast into a thousand nights of loniness, feeling the dark embrace of being, but not really living. It is... the silent scream echoing through, the vastness of my thoughts, secumbed and taken by the sucubbus of anger. It is.. dark claws dancing across the keyboard, of time and space, drawing out a sympathy of pain. Know you of these things? Then you know, it is I, who is..... .....the vampire.
