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Walking in 2004 - Part Two

His friends, they fled,
Scared when he bleed,
There backs to me, running away,
I could feel their panic, and could her them say,
In a whisper, their voices low,
"God... Please help us... Please."

I could hear their hearts, feel their mortal flow,
I couldn’t let them flee, their racing hearts were such a tease,
Mortal eyes unaware, I was now in front, us three all facing,
They stop and stumble, two young adult hearts racing,
I step forward, one falls down the other goes to flee,
I step beside him, his mind in shock, eyes glued to me,
out of my coat, my bloody hand was beared,
fingers extended, then his blood was shed,
Pouring from his throat, like vomit from a mouth,
he fell to his knees, losing himself,
His heart beat slowing, the drains turned red,
his head falling in the pool of blood, within moments he was dead.

I could feel dread and pain,
sliding along-side the drain,
Beat still going, the hunger in me,
by now he knew his destiny...