Erika Laskova
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Blood tears...A vampire poem

How amazing it is that someone can break your heart but you still love them with all the little pieces . I cry for the time you were almost mine. I cry for the memories I've left behind. I cry for the pain, for the old, for the new. I cry for…

I may be a little to fascinated with incorporating blood into photography.

Hey eyes glazed over, mind blank. She shut off her consciousness and limply tilted her head to the side, the saw tearing through her midsection as the tool roared in the echoing room

Reminds me of the Ironteeth Witches

Coming home covered in blood from head to toe, still hungry. The Dark Queen turns to him with a devilish look, he knew what she was craving now. The Queen needed something more satisfying only he could give her