This is a story; my story. I am Damien Cole Demidov. My grandparents are full-blooded Russian. I am twenty-one years old, and I’ve been locked up in an asylum for four years.
I have black hair about four inches from my shoulders. I am vampire pale. I have crystal blue eyes. I’m 5’9’’.
I have met many a person in my time. Maybe you’ll meet some of the throughout the story.
Anywho, I live in the U.S. now, shipped over with my mom when I was twelve. I live in New York City at the moment. My mom is back in Russia with my father, and grandparents.
Now, let’s see what’s in store for us.
I have black hair about four inches from my shoulders. I am vampire pale. I have crystal blue eyes. I’m 5’9’’.
I have met many a person in my time. Maybe you’ll meet some of the throughout the story.
Anywho, I live in the U.S. now, shipped over with my mom when I was twelve. I live in New York City at the moment. My mom is back in Russia with my father, and grandparents.
Now, let’s see what’s in store for us.
An Angel
A Demon
A battle
Raging in
The night sky
Asphyxiation
A sweet sensation
No one knows the
Beckoning thought
In the bounds of your
Mind
The Angel knelt down
On the cold winters ground
Spoke a soft prayer
Looked into the empty night air
Saw an image of himself
Asphyxiation
A sweet sensation
No one knows the
Beckoning thought
In the bounds of your
Mind
The demon summoned all his courage
And broke through the cage
He found no reason
He drew back his army
And walked to the Angel in harmony
With a fanged smile
From the demon
A wicked gleam
From the angel
They made their truths
Asphyxiation
A sweet sensation
No one knows the
Beckoning thought
In the bounds of your
Mind
No battle
No challenge
Peace
Amongst two forces
Now bonded
Inseparable
A Demon
A battle
Raging in
The night sky
Asphyxiation
A sweet sensation
No one knows the
Beckoning thought
In the bounds of your
Mind
The Angel knelt down
On the cold winters ground
Spoke a soft prayer
Looked into the empty night air
Saw an image of himself
Asphyxiation
A sweet sensation
No one knows the
Beckoning thought
In the bounds of your
Mind
The demon summoned all his courage
And broke through the cage
He found no reason
He drew back his army
And walked to the Angel in harmony
With a fanged smile
From the demon
A wicked gleam
From the angel
They made their truths
Asphyxiation
A sweet sensation
No one knows the
Beckoning thought
In the bounds of your
Mind
No battle
No challenge
Peace
Amongst two forces
Now bonded
Inseparable