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I see her walking down the snowy path

Yet she does not see me or my wrath

I come upon her like a flash

I hit her with a bash



I see her, in my arm

I see her throat and how I want to harm

I bring my teeth to her neck

Seeing her face, reminds me of my first peck



The guilt that pulsed through my veins

Is this all in vain?

I feel my canines grow

But with her, I just throw



I drop her on the ground and let her be

She comes to, but does not see me

For I am a shadow

My reflection is hollow



I watch her leave from a tree

Remembering how good it used be

When I was free

When I was not the forsaken...