The blood is rushing through my veins,
invigorating, healing, everything.
I feel it spread, throughout my limbs,
warming, with the heat it brings.
Ah life-force, how can I ever live without you?
I can’t. I need you. So I take you,
from the cruelly departed, at my own fair hand.
The blood is running down my face,
as I wipe it, I should feel disgrace,
but I don’t. I feel life. The life I’ve taken,
and the life I preserve.
My own.
~The H Word~ by Hazel Urquhart 
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