When I bite for the taste,
All I see is blood to waste.
For I bite into the flesh,
And the energy, I put to the test.
But when the blood touches my lips,
My mind just utterly flips.
Spins into eradication. It spins so fast.
How long, I wonder, will this rush last?
I did it once.
I did it twice.
I tasted blood many times, and thought
it nice.
I hunt the energies down like mice.
Mice without a purpose, mice without a
plan,
I hunt them down, and strip their energy,
and place it in my hand.
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