• I am death

    I am your savior I am your taskmaster (Or mistress in this sense) I am your hunter I seek to steal Your precious life To suck the sweet blood from your body I seek only to deliver you To my master down below But whether or not you get there I may never know But your blood is still mine The sweetness of it upon my lips I deliver you from torment I dictate your life I hunt your soul So I might make it my master’s Yes, you are his For eternity. The accompanying story will come on Thursday!