I turn to you because you make me strong. Because I don't care to feast upon you, to drink your blood - I need this strength now, I'm so weak - and you were so bad to me back then, so I guess it's payback time now. Just a word, just showing you my teeth, just to remind you you're my prey now and I can kill you anytime I want, slowly. I guess it's making me feel good. And I need to push my head up from time to time, cause this is my private hell, and I've been there for a whole week now and fuck it, I need to breath. And there's the river, always the river, that whooshes up at these times, and I put my head in shaking hands but I know I've got to visit there, because it's pulling me down now, and it's dangerous and reviving at the same time - just like blood - but it's different cause it's creation itself, life itself that come to throb in you when it feels like you're losing the grip in them, as you are pulled down to your private hell the river starts storming and raging, as if in its last, beautiful, screaming final swan song....
Head first, dive....
(My raven love, please check your mail)
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