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Dead, alone and cold she is lost,
Adrift in an ocean of black water.
Frozen ice glimmers like butterfly razors,
And a million needles caress my skin,
Pushing pain and pleasure like liquid metal through my aching
veins.
She is one of the beautiful corpses,
Dead, yet animate and hungry for warmth.
She walks the city, mindless and cruel,
Promising intimacy with a knife edged kiss.
Blooded and ravenous she haunts the darkened places,
White and dead like a weathered tree limb.
Moments of remembrance bloom like fading roses,
But are dead, and lost before their meaning is revealed.
All that there is, eternal, and unyielding,
Is the thirst for life, hot and wet,
And the metallic tang of blood against her lips.