He lays there screaming my name from his bloody lips
No longer warm but blue
Like ice it warms my heart
His blood still coats my tongue and circles me like light
I am bathed in his blood
I watched him cry, watched him die oh god it was good
To feel his pain as if it were my own
It was like heaven inside my body
My blood was on fire, i could see stars in my eyes
The world stopped for that moment
And i then knew pure pleasure, with the death of another, I knew heaven.
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By amanda brown