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I love this
   the bitterness
              that builds
tearing the cords
   to my heart
refreezing it
           in carbonite
solidifying my soul
where it should be

Forboding gone
    slivers of ice
            slide through
                    my veins
scoring flesh
                 so sweet
so nice
back to comfort
           (true self).
Peirce the flesh,
make it bleed.
Slice the inards
....
much better results.
Poxmarks
  fall from me
              untouchable.
You want to know,
             I don't know?

Tastes so sweet
  clicks so nice
as the blade
      slides out
....
severing all ties.

Black rose in my hand
            (once again)
thorns biting
            so kindly
    so sweet
caressing the tendons
                in my palm
      softly
           seductively
   sensuiously
tearing the progress
in my mind.

Feed on my measure
  I offer it daily.
      (Its so much better
                 than your own)
Come on,
 join the circus,
 fun filled illusion,
 biting your neck 
       (when your not paying attention).
But come now
       what am I doing here,
no reason to be down.
I'm back in full force,
I've only scratched the surface,
blackness is nothing to me,
           Taste the grey.
It slides across your skin
 like ice on ice,
   it bites like
               when your ready
         to feast...
                hunger
            so deep,
                      so sweet,
like your perfect partner
                        dancing
    (that you'll drag out back
              [ and feed on])

And why shouldn't I.
I'VE THROWN OUT
              TOO MUCH,
                             time to take back...
Time to feed

I can already feel
    the blood
             running down
                           my neck,
         So nice,
               So sweet,
splitting my mind,
            instinctual,
                     emotional,
        reactional.
         Why?
Sink your teeth in
  and enjoy the ride,
    let them buck,
     let them quiver,
      it doesn't matter,
       just ride the wave,
let the shivers
run through your body,
         so nice,
                soooo nice.

I must go now
               (but I'll be back
          [got too much to offer]).
Always remember
         feeding time
is not for the weak of heart,
          flesh flies,
              blood splatters,
     (souls shatter)
And I 
        Right in the Middle.
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