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October 28, 2010
Get out. Get the fuck out.

I feel you. Feel your hand gripping the back of my neck, your claws as sharp points in my scalp. You shove yourself into my veins and taint the breath in my lungs. Hot. Waves of heat beating against me.

"Give me." you say. "Give me you. Give me your everything."

Demon. Devil. Lover. Luster. Fucker.

If I die before I wake, I pray my soul you cannot take. Let it go where it will, free at last from those who strangle it.

Those who plunge me into holy water and watch me drown.