it's not like you had the blood of a demon or the scowl of a raven,
just the instinct to kill and survive,..oh how I wished it would of lasted, like your lingering scent and the taste of your blood,
l kept the innocence while you basked in the flames, and this
world with it's sheep and the castrated thieves
I alone cought this magic, and without interpretation I live like
the dead, forever transparent to your needless obscenities, I
caste the runes where your body once bled .
©danlee
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