Ripped,
Torn heart,
You are useless to me!
My heart.
It no longer beats,
It no longer pushes the vital blood
through thirsty veins.
I now scavenge for the life-giving wine,
Stealing it from weaker beings.
I kill,
Again and again,
But I know not what I do,
I know nothing more than my next fix.
Yes,
that's all it is to me now,
A drug.
What I once took for granted,
As something I would never have to fight for,
I know strive for everyday
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