Originally posted by hopscotch...and e'en soft even's pale glow could not soothe the fire that burned in me, nor dispel that awful shadow which now had settled where once my heart had been. In cold and barren loneliness I took myself to the slum quarter that first night and there drank, weeping, from a young woman's life. My tears; a poor exchange of gifts and later, my guilt; inadequate recompense for her open neck.
BLOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!! *wheeeze*
