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vampires like you with hunger mistaken for high art sip on elegies of what you think are expensive tastes: the pulse of someone elses heartbeat too rare for hands tanned by daylight, too precious for fingers sunburnt and trembling
blood, you say, is the price of eternity. but listen close....your heart, it doesnt even beat
when your perfect teeth pierce a butchers bargain, some sack of secondhand organs bought on a sick thirst, do you still imagine yourself divine? are we still the same snarling animals youve set on sterling platters?
i am more alive than youll ever be, than what you dare to be, and that is what should scare you most. you can even smell it, the fabric you find me in stinks of lives lived fuller than yours
arent cannibals richer for their honesty?
i hope my scent makes you feral, makes you choke on the weight of your own hunger. youre no more than me, no less than this and that thought should haunt you even more than i ever will
blood, you say, is the price of eternity. but listen close....your heart, it doesnt even beat
when your perfect teeth pierce a butchers bargain, some sack of secondhand organs bought on a sick thirst, do you still imagine yourself divine? are we still the same snarling animals youve set on sterling platters?
i am more alive than youll ever be, than what you dare to be, and that is what should scare you most. you can even smell it, the fabric you find me in stinks of lives lived fuller than yours
arent cannibals richer for their honesty?
i hope my scent makes you feral, makes you choke on the weight of your own hunger. youre no more than me, no less than this and that thought should haunt you even more than i ever will