I am a dragon. I live inside it for a long time. My color is golden, my scales shimmer in warm darkness. My tongue is blue flashes of flame, I love to curl up in her stomach. Sometimes I torment her from the inside, for me it was just a game. She knows that I need her men, that I drink their Strength. Everyone survives as they can. She walks the streets, she tries to build herself a educated, intelligent girl, tries to push herself into the framework of morality, but nothing comes out of her. When I am hungry, her lips dry up, the skin becomes brittle and flakes like a dried leaf in the wind. I look through her eyes and my hunger gleams in them. She already knows, this is a burning sensation, then she starts to drink a lot of water, ridiculous, thinking that the water will put out the desire for intimacy inside ... "I woke up and I am hungry" - and she will lose our opposition again. She will give herself to the first cute boy who wants sex from the next dating site ... Because I am stronger than her, morality, rules, conventions - everything burns my flame.

I am so amused by your dating sites, social networks and the like. These fools, with silicone assholes and creepy lips, and boys stuffed with steroids and a dull look into the camera. How can you only on the photo and appearance to understand what kind of person in front of you? ... It is impossible. The Internet can not convey the smell of a living body, the most subtle nuances, can not convey behavior, gait, human habits and the dance of demons in his mind. Therefore, people, especially young ones, DO NOT understand who they need and WHOM they are looking for, in vain attempts to discern in thousands of faces - the face of their man. One of your poets sang somehow: - “Death is worth living,

And love is worth the wait ... “and I'd rather not say. We are Dragons, when they also knew how to love. We - like your wolves, created your pair for life. And we were in no hurry, we were looking for each other - by smell and sounds.

She sometimes scares her men, through her - they see me, and it scares them, not everyone can withstand the eyes of the Dragon and my rage. Why did I choose her? - I do not know) She is honest, not the most beautiful. I am amused by the way she thinks, and the sensual battle with herself. She is still trying to pacify me, a month, two, three ... but this is impossible. To pacify the Dragon is impossible - if it is inside you. She recently fell in love with one person. But how often it happens in your life - this person did not love her, I whispered into her mind - He is not yours, open your eyes - this is not your person, I sense, I know that. He will hurt you, he is as if dead inside, and he will never understand You. You are different - you live, you breathe, you know how to love.

You people! You are the most cruel animals on Earth. Predators, all mammals are simply fighting for food, for survival - by killing each other, you learn how to kill each other - in word or deed. You do not kill outwardly; you know how to kill — feeling and Soul. I will never understand you. Your world is so fragile, so beautiful and it collapses, like ours - we are dragons, we also destroyed our world once, losing everything that was dear to us. The destruction is small, whether it is a relationship of lovers or the disintegration of a family, of one kind and species — with great destruction. And like a river of pain, it rushes ever stronger, gaining its power ...

She deliberately did not want to hear my voice. For the first time in my life, I did not know what to do, for the first time in my life, She lost the desire to live when this non-human disappeared from her destiny. She hovered in the black space of airless space, absolute silence around, absolute silence - surrounded her - curled up in a small lump of loneliness, hugging herself by the shoulders. I could not help her. I just felt her pain. I stopped burning it from the inside. But I also want to live, and I am hungry again.