Angel's Art
Eternally thirsty. The bite became a heady blur when his fangs wedded skin. The moment of puncture slowed his year's passing whilst the flood over his tongue bathed him in a timeless black. The darkness befell him, filled him; the flash of atrocity sated the tear where his soul once lived. This deliberate blood, this exploit rendered death, outshone life. The hunt warmed him, the blood reward fiery with what he once was. He could never draw enough.