The following is a poem I wrote, as a part of a character history for a V:tM game. A dark persona, she lived a short, violent existence in the game... just as would be expected of one who would write a poem such as this.

My first memory was of the quiet, cold dark.
The earthen taste of the cloying air
The copper sweet scent of blood
The panic and the rebirth.
Fighting my way through screaming fury
Mewling waves of angst echo me
echo me
echo me
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They loved me..

Loved the way I pushed myself.
The comforting horror..
They welcomed and embraced the pain
Taught me to suffer for my art
Until suffering BECAME my art

Love me,
For I bleed, that you might see...
I bleed for you
Slicing myself wide open so you may feast.
I'm yours in the panic pain
Smell my tears
Devour me for my sins
Don't try to understand
Just feast on my pain as I feast on yours
I give you my pain in shallow veins

Devour me
I hand you the knife
Sweet tempestuous lover
Disembowl me, that I might know
You truely love me
Climaxing in a body slick with sex
And blood and suicide
Deeper...YES! Stab me deeper
Show how much you care
A blinding fuck of blood and gore
Yes baby...Oh god YES!
Make it hurt...
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~Anarch~