Turn to page 43.You are a killer.
But you just don't see it, do you?
Just because there's always blood at your lips, doesn't mean your host is eternal, too. Not the way you are.
Look behind you--a trail of fleshy clothes, forms, skins, left behind like banana peels. A trail of blood types, blood tastes (did one have a sweet tooth? Was another vegetarian?), identities, uniquities.
From your side, in the history of your endless shoes, I could see where you no longer remember faces. I can forgive you for their deaths; i cannot forgive you for not knowing their faces, for not keeping them. The door is always open to you; you think you are cashing in one one, never ending invitation.
You are taking the easy way out; you will always be doubly hungry for it.
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