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Cold

Lying in an endless, dreamless state
Your words echoing in my head
I can hear them
Spinning their web of lies
While never before seen footage flashes
Before my eyes
A dream it is not
A dream it could become
But it woke me up
With a hunger
A hunger I could not satisfy
And there you stand
A master right over me
Still dripping your precious, lifeless rubies
Like an angel of the night
I can feel your cold embracing me
Digging its nails into my bare bones
And I can feel the craving crawling upon me
Shouting to me
“More”, “more”
But you will give no more
Saying it is for my own good
While I can feel your life still
Running through my veins
Like living ecstasy
Filling me
Affecting me
The only time I can really be alive
Is when I feel those hearts
Beating slower
And slower
Right to the very end
I am cold
I am dead
I am alive
At last




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Publicerad 2011-02-08 22:36



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