June
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There’s an erie calmness in her pale white face There’s teeth embedded in our embrace Blood spurts from an open vein into the emptiness we call night Her eyes of fire glow like an ember dawn and her evil transcends me away from eternal light Blood trickles and drips one drop at a time And with each drop I release chained up reflections of aggression from my twisted little mind Dips my finger into the life I’ve let fall to the ground I finger paint blood pictures on her face portraying the freedom I have found Lost in the sensuality of an open wound She hovers above and peers down on my tomb Lying there weak and losing sight of my own salvation She takes from me my essence and forges her own creation My ashen face of holy bliss She’s taken my life with her vampire’s kiss Empty veins, she’s set me free I crash into the next world so devilishly
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