Dead

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The anguished pain I feel inside.
Lies there deeply in the wounds of the weak.
Thy kiss stains mine lips with death.
The cool taste of fresh blood upon mine lips.
I rise from the soul of my heart.
Reaching out with thine rottenuing flesh.
I taste thine lips.
They taste of pain and sorrow.
As we come together and unite as one.
I feel my heart beating slowly, slower, then gone.

By Courtney Brackins
Published: 3/3/2008
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