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Those eyes, like pits of damnation. |
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Like orbs of black steel. |
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I stare into them and |
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I am lost. |
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My mind screams for release panic, flight!!! |
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But my body does not respond. |
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I can not move. |
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His caress lingers on my face for a heartbeat and then his fingers drift around my neck, so gentle. |
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They offer me no mercy. |
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Like a wolf he pounces, his fangs rake across my throat and pierce my skin. |
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Why can I scream? |
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A blaze of heat: rapture. |
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He licks at my essence as it pours from my gullet, then begins to suck. |
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I cling to him like a drowning sailor, like a lover. |
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My rock. My fire. |
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My lust. My senses spin into the night, reaching out for solid ground. |
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I clutch at the lapel of his cloak. |
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If there is a heaven, |
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I pray I go there |
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If there is a hell, |
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I know I am there now. |
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I feel my life slipping away. |
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My eyes are burning, |
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I let out one last moan shooting out the darkness and pain, |
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I rise up, leaving my twisting and heaving body. |
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I feel my life slipping away, my eyes are burning, having this torment my life blood will burn!!! |
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The last sand falls through the hourglass, it is calm here; |
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I am at peace. |
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This be death, the unmaking... |
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Heat!!! Pain!!! |
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Confusion!!! |
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I smell bitterness, the cold fragrance wrenches my soul from its rest. |
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He holds his wrist toward me |
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Oozing life, its red gleam beckons to me. |
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I know but one thing: |
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I must drink to live. |
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Like an animal, |
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I lunge. Greedily |
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I suck at his skin. |
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The hot liquor caresses my mouth. |
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I welcome to its warmth. |
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Nerves given up for dead return to painful vitality. |
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I try to scream. |
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The life flow continues unabated, filling me. |
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What have |
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I become? |
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With a cry, |
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I grasp wildly for the sours of life. |
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It is gone. |
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I collapse to the floor. |
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The crash of broken glass resound somewhere nearby. |
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I am alone. |
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With the gift of life still heavy in my stomach, |
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I sink into the realm of nightmares. |
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The pain becomes ecstasy, such exquisite, living agony. |
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We become one, as death! |