Annék (Breathe)

Rid me of this sickness.

Reign my soul and mind.
I can feel the euphoria of your presence surround me.
Your darkness swirls around me like comforting water.
It strengthens my every thought and intention.
Fill my mouth with the sweet blood of my friend,
So that my hands will be stained with another's.
I have been deprived of my needs in life;
Knowing no one with whom to share my fantasies...
I long to feel another's flesh against my hands and lips
As I drink their life flowing steadily.
I close my eyes, for this thought is more than ecstacy...
...To be filled with such lust for literal human flesh.