Darkness Until Dawn

 

    He treats the blood bank like a McDonalds. Eddie was running hard and fast after the bat with Sarah on his back . She had to catch him before he reached the blood bank and cashed out. The crazy bat didn't know how to stop.      By the time they reached the blood bank, Vlad had lost them and Eddie was worn out. The only sign of life outside was some parked cars and the faint sound of Aerosmith.     They stepped inside and Sarah knew immediately that Vlad was there for sure. A group of Hauntless had moved in. Vlad's assistants, Digger, Crusher, and Cy, were serving as makeshift bouncers. There was a Bluetooth blasting a remake of Walk this Way by an undead band that called themselves Bonez and the Relics. He had turned it into a monster dance club.     They found him in a supply closet with a phlebotomist.      "Vell, my friend I once was a phlebotomist myself, but the work made me too thirsty. I had to give it up." He was sa...

Split between the person I am and the person you would have me be Unable to blend the two into one without periodic flashes of truth that reveal the dichotomy of my reality and betray the illusion outright Making the consistency hard to maintain. The persona, its perfection marred only by acceptable flaws of social construction The other, a living being contorted to maintain the illusion They draw me out with the bait Looking for some facts to twist back into some semblance of the illusion. Occasionally we come to crisis created by the inability to tolerate our truths Seeking to restore the myth, we wind our facts into narratives Hoping to disguise the inconsistency of reality with a pretty lie dressed up in theories Running away from the truth, we only trip up over the inconsistencies The inconvenient truths of our imperfections and failures Cannot overcome the engineering of our most contorted perfection In which reality is the disease, and lies are the cure Inevitably comes the cras...

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