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your foresaken life
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| sizzling blood rushing down my face whao are you to come and take my place? dusty lust an undeciding love my sheets are too cold i need to feel your love. crawl inside my head and swim through my soul race through my veins (to feel my blood that's cold) pull this knife out from my head feel this hurt but my pain's mislead not too slow not too fast because i want this pain to last taste my blood feel it flow dont take it too fast... for i bleed slow pull the life out from my veins see it spill upon your face. your face looks innocent but its pale and cold and i stare in wonder -to whome has your soul been sold?- i dont think its satan because i dont think he's real or is it your "christ" but its not him that i feel. its something bizzare its from the McCob its something very dark... youre a vampire named BOB? "but youre a woman" i say | "a woman, indeed... a cross-dressing vampire and its your blood that i need" she said it so faint she said it so slow i looked at her eyes then to my neck she did go "i want it!... i need it!" she moaned very low then she bit into my neck (soon my blood stopped its flow) as the few drops she left ran down my pale neck her mouth twitched and smiled then i died left a wreck it wasnt an hour before i rose from the dead & i couldnt get rid of the ache in my head i looked all around (for what...i dont know) then BOB came to me (her neck she did show) she talked without listen she spoke but i didnt hear i was too interested in a spot under her ear i tore into her the blood i could taste she fell to the ground and i took off poste' haste i searched through the night for people to eat and thought about how id be a vamp for eternity i couldnt go on so i grabbed a wood stake through my heart i drove it and died for your sake.... |