The following was scrawled on a crumpled piece of paper laying next to the waste basket under Winston's writing desk:
blood addicted
white bones
razor teeth
glisten invitingly
in the moonlight
in the lamplight
in the reflections
of my victim's eyes
calling me
pulling me
as I bury my mouth
my mind
my soul
in the warm red rush
I hear the siren's song
of the singing talons
I hear it
I see it
I smell it
in my sleep
in my dreams
I must answer their call
blood addicted
black hearts
razor tongues
glisten balefully
in the limelight
in the spotlight
in the reflections
of my judges' eyes
calling me
pulling me
as I bury my pride
my mind
my soul
in the cold bleak terror
I hear the harpy's song
of the singing talons
I hear it
I see it
I smell it
in my station
in my reputation
I must answer their call
this is all
I have now
~W
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