Vampiric Supermarket

everyday i throw my life away...spending my time reclused, not in a grave, but a supermarket shop. Chicco behind my side, watching all my movements, i don't fear the sun...but this supermarket stress! sabbatical clients ask me to serve them, while Stefano tell me about the product's dates, and Domenico call me at the checkout! transylvanian hunger possess me around 11 o'clock in the morning, while i think that i've to wait another hour and a half. Monica work so well at the bench, while in the past Paola was a desaster. necurat blessed by sunlight, tired and overstressed i wait 'till 7 PM to end this ordinary curse called "a regular job". i spend the night alone or with The Bliss, writing to the sweet beautiful Fallen, and missing my darling future bride, my princess Decease Lady.