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The Need To Feed

I watch your steps as you follow the long gray road to no where,
Then I strike.
First I'll slowly surgically remove your vocal cords so no one can hear you scream,
Then I'll work my way down the inside of your body and head for your rib cage and rip it out,
And last I'll leave your heart in, but I'll squeeze it so tight that no blood or air can reach its limits,
But beware for your blood is mine.

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I don't know why I wrote this, but it was the first thing that came to my head...
Written July 6th, 2005

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