Poetry by Corinne Krueger


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I want to see you bleed
I wish to see you cry
For then I can feed
From your soul as you die
My heart grows stronger
as yours slows it's beat
I want to hold you longer
as your body loses heat
The kiss of death comes from my cold lips
Your mind wishes it to stop
while your body begs
for more
You draw in your last deep breath
As I drink from a pulsing vein
Fading into death
No longer will you feel pain

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