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with my life flashing in my eyes it  makes no sense to me

I had slit the veins in hope to be

In hopes to  bleed

In hopes to feed upon the dark to take the blood  from myself instead of  the innocent

To hurt myself instead of others i feel the hunger

I need to feed

But no innocent shall bleed for me not one strange

Not familiar no matter how bad it gets with Life and sife 

I did my crimes i shall serve my time in such i bleed do others may heal

My guts i shall not spill 

Others get the thrill of beating me down  

And laughing at my frown

The habits of my past haunt me to day

The blade

The lines

The bowls  

all the hits into whichi escaped

No matter watt if i could find love  the key to happiness in   the being some sweet hearti would grow and repair mine   instead of healing 

I would love the feeling of a good feeling

The need to be held the need to be loved not abused and  shoved when my last drop falls and my immortality rises in pure  evil the would will only see unable to be

Unable to stop me they shall all see the pain i took and the hell i gained from it has only made me stronger and that much colder