Vampiric Rage

The light seems to have gone out by itself on the nightstand. I am blind and I feel for the reality. He is front of me. My touch makes him warm from his icy state. I move back. He tries to attack. I make him disappear. What is my reality? I am me. They did not make me. I received their energy before they became diseased. I now see. Their reality is diseased. I keep it simple, and deal with the blows. Stalkers are an avenue of rage in my every day. They read over my shoulder and cause me pain. I will see reality for eternity, but a part of me is cold at all of you who fly the demonic flag every day. There is no rest even in royalty. You all see differently and attack mercilessly. I am not stupid, I am different. Psych will be your permanent history, all of you. Crazy is the inability to verbalize your reality and what you can do. It is now over for all of you. You will not have energy, and your dark arts just are a frame for being really abusive my way with some remote qualities. Vampire of new degree is reality. I say LEADER today. "People" who keep themselves separate. Keep it framed properly, and we will see diety. Master is not right when he scares me in the night. This analogy for cruel cool falls short because they do not rise and become the BAT that monitors rebirth.