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this way.

Behold the early dawn of light

Blue shadows cast my face afright

Dependant on thy human sight

darkness still till come the night

Adjacent my soul to all your might

rise and fall, my lungs take flight

I dare dream of what this night shall hold

Tracing the streets through the autumn cold

Along my limbs the hairs do march

Upwards in their flowing march

cramps and shudders through pulsing veins

the kill makes you stronger, they say

swallowing blood clots is quite the strain

jaw tense till the following day

precautions are needed in this dire time

black leather covers this arm of mine

ready to slaughter and eat the swine

low rumbles rise up through my fang clad mouth

the paint strips off the walls like a tongue

on the roof of my mouth, this house

with dampness seeping, demons dreaming

of their past lives, before damnation

rise from the black, the abomination of forsaken

souls - fallen from the constellations

floating through the different stations

of life after death

the cold air outlines my breath

jagged steam, like a child drawing with a crayon

outwith the lines

walking above all this death

frozen leaves crunch by each footstep

Here lies the one who made me this way

My mentor who I wish I'd never met

He'll never again see the light of day

And all because I never got a say

as I lay, became this way.

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