Comatose in a lover’s embrace
Her skin is growing cold again
Warmed by the ***** vein of blood
The lightest heart has holes within

Lost to the edge of tattered sheets
Stroke the flesh, she’ll purr to atone
Vegetable to consciences and mind
The heaviest heart is made of stone

Bent off on four to the floors tile-cold
There’s a little more left to bear
“The beast doth speak when the mind is gone”
The darkest heart sets out its snare.

Bound by grips and gagged by moans
Against the gasps thrown all about
Defiled corpse of living innocence
The brightest heart is giving out

Fell in love towards hell and found
The ****** one who’d prayed
In the silence of lust and timidity
The deviled heart waiting for its fallen Angel

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