Blood come, blood lust
Pulse and closed trickle
Pledged and disloyal
Come beckon her closer
The red grin dismantles
Flesh as well as the cleaver
Pain left drowned within
Infinite desire
And heir blackens and boils
Skin softer than petals
Split apart for the curious /
The insatiable
Come beckon her closer
Come beckon her closer
We all die in the moment
And live for nothing.
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 9:02 PM UTC
Blood come, blood lust
Pulse and closed trickle
Pledged and disloyal
Come beckon her closer
The red grin dismantles
Flesh as well as the cleaver
Pain left drowned within
Infinite desire
And heir blackens and boils
Skin softer than petals
Split apart for the curious /
The insatiable
Come beckon her closer
Come beckon her closer
We all die in the moment
And live for nothing.
8:17pm, November 28th 2013
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