I like blood very much

but it must flow from a living body

I was quenched by my own blood,

the sooniest

I was inducing pleasure to myself



I tortured mute animals later on,

their pain was more beautiful than mine

but it still didn't meet my terms

until I tormented the small boy

from the neighbourhood



I am afraid of the dead ones

their blood is different



The new horizonts have opened for me

and it unleashed my fear at the same time