#verseone

His thoughts have been on fire for weeks now. Jumping from one pondering to the next like flames burning wild and violent through drought stricken trees. It’s unending, even when the murmurs in his head burble down to something like a low crackling flame, coals popping, an occasional abrupt crack making him jolt. His Embrace brought him no peace, only noise, only a cacophony of voices trilling like insects behind his eyes and above his throat.

Nothing truly gives him peace other than feeding, the act itself as disgusting as it is necessary for his continued existence. He’s not particularly fond of the taste of blood, nor does he think he will ever be, this curse wasn’t his choice and he resents it. A life he once had completely under control now answers to the pull of his thirst, tainted by voices buzzing through his head that are not his own.