a - life vamp

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.

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