From skin shining in the night trembling
.
Death
I like the neck.
shorten my days.
Prolong the path of my life at night. From
new being greedy.
the night in search of prey.
For the first time, I hear footsteps.
approached her and clutched my neck sharp.
unarmed, the belt and put it out that life.
someone will remember?
Who better than us is lonely?
You humans, are the same.
observe the memory of joy dissolute,
me eat it.
Acquitted.
That heart had belonged to anyone?
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