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Jan 2012
the razor slides against my skin                                  


                                                                             feel the cut but not the blade
                                                                                                                                the blood pushes up through the skin

Spilling into my mouth,
                                                                                                         The taste,
                                                                       the texture,

                                                                                      The WARMTH,

                                           Invigorates me,
                                                                       Makes me yern for more.


                                                                             I make another cut,
                                                                                             feel the cut and warmth of blood,
                                                          causing me to crave even more,
                                                                                                             Cut after Cut I take more and more,
                                                                until the body is drained,       and the link is severed,

                                                                           I turn craving more,
                                                                      to find another...

             another person to feed on,
                                                         another life to take,
                                                                                           I stop and drop the blade,
                    falling                      
                                                  it melts
                                                                             into the pool at my feet,
                                                               for the next life to take is the love of my life,
  No longer young,
                                                               aged so much they are no longer someone,
                                                            for I am Immortal and my world is not,

                                                                             So I watch my loved ones die,

                                                             But they are **Never Forgot
Jeremy Myers
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