I will refuse to be second best anymore, I will run from place to place and leave a trail of blood behind me. I will refuse to be second best anymore, I refuse to find a home with which to contain my insanity. Let the sun shine down on my conquests and battles, let them fear what I have kept caged for so long. Insanity hides behind these pale blue eyes, and you can test the chains all you like, because you'll never see the flashing of fangs coming, and it'll leave you in your grave.

I will hunt anything that moves, because the blood lust is rising and yet it is contained, I just want a little taste, to find something I can destroy. Something I can control, something that can run from me all it wants but is incapable of hiding. I want them to see the mask I am presenting, the friendly air and the welcoming nature, but I really long for blood. I can play the role of what you desire most, I can play that farce up to the end, and you can run for as far as you want but I will find you. I'm the perfect stranger with the dazzling smile, awaiting for you to return the favour, and I can then decide your fate.

A female approaches me, and I'm still open and friendly, and my tail gives a wave in greeting. "It always seems to be lately. I find it helps me find my peace. " The bright smile is back in place after my words. My head tilted slightly on it's right side as my pale blue eyes glimmer, moonsilver coat scattered about with blue-black hairs magnificent in the light, an d you can almost say I look angelic. If an angel has splashed in deep russet that coats his chest and undersides, almost looking like he's been marked in blood, if you can call that just a farce of Angel Marks, when really I make even the angels of Diveen bow their heads in shame.