LupusIntus

Holding my beloved to me As he sleeps in my arms Not knowing I'm a monster. I kiss his exposed neck Feeling the pulse beneathe Hearing the blood pound. I'm so thirsty Longing to taste it Yet resisting I'll die before I hurt him How long can I last?

The Chameleon-Man He knew he couldn't be himself. Being himself means being a stranger. Nobody likes strangers. Over the years he learned how to read people and behave according to their expectations. Changing attitude, mood, apperance, language, everything on command, like an actor. Yes, everything he did or said was just an act, nothing more. He knew exactly what kind of show people wanted and he gave them just that. When with his family, he was the family guy, always kind and caring, listening to their little problems and giving little presents. A good boy for his parents, a lovely brother to his siblings, an adorable grandson for his