In my dreams,
I saw your face,
And as my lips,
Began to taste,
The blood that ran,
From your slit wrist,
I sucked you in,
And held your kiss,
Until my soul,
Was full with life,
I held your vein,
Beneath my knife.
I drank and drank,
That scent so sweet,
Then cleaned you up,
So nice and neat,
Then put you back,
Inside your cell,
Buried you deep,
Inside your hell,
And as I walk,
Away from you,
I know you'll wish,
Me back too soon,
So I will sleep,
Since I have fed,
And dream once more,
Amongst the dead.
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