Love Undead...

It's the trickle of blood
It's a long, hard road...
It's everything sliding into place
Because we've been lured beyond the grave...
As our bodies fade into fury
We enter that privy palace
And once we trespass, there is no return from the wilderness
I'm reduced, merely a fiend
Nothing more than a demon that wants only you
To be moved provocatively across your flesh
I'm dying amid your caress
And it's a beautiful death
Your scent is eternally sweet as your sweat
You're of a distinctly, divine form
I know precisely where I'm bound
Over miles and miles of pure, breathtaking deceit
You and I have found our crimson, quivering lips can meet