Love makes this world what it is,
caring
hateful
meaningful
painful
bloodthirsty
life
death.
Only love can do this.
It creates all the great, wonderful, painless things...
but also others...
Life balances it self out,
painful
unbearable
excruciating
vengeance.
It never overlooks,
never makes any exceptions,
especially for one so dark, damed from Heaven, a soulless monster.
Its unmerciful,
a vanquishing killer.
But without love this world would be alien,
no crime
no hate
no caring
instinctual
thoughtless
without reason
without meaning
without life.
The killers, terrorists, criminals, vampires do what they do out of love.
Love for death.
Love for their cause.
Love for honor.
Love for twisted temptation.
Love for blood.
But such a matter depends entirely on your perspective.
In this existence,
to endure a life of night,
I can be blessed with a moon, bright white
Without the dark,
you would never have the chance to feel the light.