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Looking back in my nightmares,

Regretting the thought of being with you,

Too little, too late,

As my thoughts still drift to you,



I never stop to think of the heartache,

The mark made into my chest,

As the blood flows from me,

Just a hole wear something used to beat,



Drained of all life,

Just a puppet dancing on his strings,

My thoughts running this ragged race,

The thoughts of slaughter,



I cannot avoid this tempting desire,

Murder is the only taste left,

A delictible edicasy,

Someone help me off of this path,



The blade too sweet,

The challace of a pure wine,

The taste I crave,

The pain I would inflict,



Someone wake me up from this,

This nightmare that is reality,

Reality that is bloodlusting,

Bloodlust I wish to taste.