I'm here, and breathing. But does that mean that I am alive? Some would say yes, but I do not think so. For the numbness that I feel does not associate with creatures who are living. The numbness courses through my veins as if alive itself, as if feeding on my very essence. I am solid, but ethereal, whole and yet incomplete.
Passion and lust are what keep me moving, breathing; existing. I am in existence, for I stand before you a woman with needs, a woman of unholy beauty and unsound mind. To look at me you would not think me anything other than normal, but inside I am a ghost living in the shell of a womans body.
There are things I can not tell you. Things that you would never believe in a thousand years, even if the proof was under your nose. I have done deeds others would not think possible, tried things that normal people dare not do. And in amongst all of this I have somehow managed to remain calm, composed and collected. A real lady until the end, some would say.
But I best not divulge too much information before I give myself and my situation away. There are things that I need to prepare you for, information that needs gathering and stories that need telling. All in good time my darlings, all in good time.
March 20, 2007
By William Yeats
"In tombs of gold and lapis lazulim, Bodies of holy men and women exude, Miraculous oil, odour of violet. But under heavy loads of clay lies bodies of the Vampires full of blood: Their shrouds are bloody and their lips are wet."
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