written in blood....
by Greg Rogers on Wednesday, February 27, 2013 at 2:31pm ·
....hold the blade firmly grip it tightly so it does not slip let it peirce the flesh cleanly feel the blood how warm and slick it is smell the copper tinge you have released taste it full and thick a rare wine of some degree all is nice is it not but wait my heart you have missed look the blade is plunged deeply you felt it scrape bone as you forced it hard into me the place is right a perfect hit into the center of my beating living breast but there is no heart how could you miss with such a precise strike where is it where has it gone oh where could it be oh thats right you devoured it already ripping it from me long ago eating it bloody raw as a beast in a passion storm my blood you have already tasted and tainted with your touch blackening into vile and refuse of what once was life now a rotting corpse stone in your soul your bowels kept there prisoner for all time and yet i still live your haunting nightmare of a sinful crime your walking hell on earth your living dead memory of what once was innocence now becomes death of all that is touched....
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