The need for more, more and more. The true nature of humans. The sense of stability. The sense of contentment. The sense of happiness. It's there and then... Poof! It's gone! More blood. More lust. More.
Morticia Von Sweet... Enchantée!
I'm not much of a writer, but I have something to say. My makeup's very black, but my lips are always red. My ears are as accustomed to death metal as they are to Rachmaninoff. I'm not your typical girl next door, and I'm proud of it.