Let Me Tear Your Flesh

Wed, 04/11/2018 - 12:50 -- Locke1

Let me tear your flesh, drink your blood.I feast on the pain of men. Do you feast on my longing?  No one deserves me, not even myself. I am the universe, in a drop of blood. I am a hurricane, a sandstorm, a blizzard. I only give pain, I only receive sins. Let me cleanse myself with you. Let us ignore the glaring truths. Let us feast on the other. The world is fine without us. It will still turn as we burn. Perhaps we can match the sun.



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