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"taste of blood"
by theusedpoet (2005-02-01.00) |
i'm gone. couldn't you already see this? can't you speak?
yes i've heard you. all the i love yous. all the roses. that shyt don't mean anything. it's just a ploy in a carefully thought out plot. society is out to get you. it already has you in its claws.
you think you can leave. my memory will never escape you. no matter how many beds in which i've had to lie. there will only be that one chance for you. there's just sumthing too innocent about you.
how you feel the love within you. telling you that this is right. that i am your soulmate.
bullshyt. there is no love in my eyes, there is only blood on my chin. i've tasted you. your blood is weak and could never fully satisfy me.
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