December 3, 2009
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The gleam of the moonlight captivates him
The dark shadows of the night creep slowly towards the whistling branches
As I turn he howls running on the cold and brisk night

He stumbles across the bridge of the wrestling water
Looks up as he sees me in the distance
Pounces as he draws the thick warm blood underneath my skin

His devilish grin torments me as I feel the vacancy inside my veins
It cuts deep inside me, making my flesh tingle
As I stop to catch my breath, I killed him with all my might

Oh how it was immortally sweet
I realized then I became the monster myself

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