Friday, December 4, 2009

Sweet As Old Blood

I found a new lover, I found a new beast. I found a new playmate; a wonderful feast.

She feasts every night, on marrow they were forced to surrender. She enjoys the taste of the meat so cold and tender.

I hold back my sanity for sake of this love. It's not easy when you're simple to dispose of.

But end as we might, end as we will. It's forgivable in sense of our kill.

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