Dying

I’m dying for you.

I’m bleeding into your mouth, you bastard vampires.

What more can I do?

How many more veins, how much more pain, do you require?

I’ve screamed all you’ve wanted,

And I’ve coughed you up all the meat you can eat.

But I suppose misery’s not enough.

I suppose you need more, perhaps a stain on the street?

Pick the goddamn poison,

Don’t leave me here for the world to see.

But in the end, I guess it doesn’t matter.

You’re already killing me.

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