Cold, Dark, Damp. Those are some words that you would use to describe a basment. Not someones soul, you think the more you know yourself the better off you are, but the more I see myself through someone elses eyes, the worse I feel about what I have become. They think im a moster, as if I have control over the bloodlust. I didnt make me this way this monster that you see today. I had a soul once I had a family and loved ones I would do anything for. That was a few hundrad years ago now. Im still there standing in the shaddows watching people "humans" loving eachother living there lives in the light of day. wishing I could be one of them. I see this woman everyday alone reading on her lunch break. I wonder how someone so beautiful and inteligent could ever be alone always thinking of sitting next to her, Then remembering the monster I am. The Dark Whole I really am.