The black blood demon.

His tears became roses.
His heart became glass.
But his soul just rotted away.

So walk with me.
Follow the shadow.

Leave your soul upon a cloud.
Fall glass doll, into a river of roses.
A stream of crimson petals.

Part with your heart and leave it with the tainted.
The fallen.
Leave what you were and awake.

My flawless, heartless, gorgeous, soulless creation.
A mask of beauty, you are a monster.

Hide what you truly are.
You demon, singing songs of the dead you have created.
you know what you are, I need not tell you.

Blood drinker.