I blame you all.. all you cruel and oh so delicious humans.. for this pulse you got just humming in the air, wrapping it's crazy song around my senses.. making it hard to even hear myself think. This constant, heaving, pulsating presence that pushes it's relentless, dripping thoughts into my pores and against every thirst.. whispering to my fangs, sinking into the deepest core of my lifeless heart.. crooking a beckoning taunt.
Yeahh.. that's my claim. Woe is me. You succulent things.. can't you do something about it? No, wait! It's cool.. just stay exactly as you are. I'll deal with it. But I still blame you. Naughty things, you are.