your presence thrills me.
Lying dead, thinking
I love, I hate thee.
Don´t call me a monster,
I am not the worst.
I live and let die,
bleeding, the dead cry.
Do not call me,
I am drowning.
Ocean of blood
the wolves are howling.
Vigorously they call
I´m losing control.
As they growl and bite
the fading light.
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