Bloodstained fingerprints pressed upon my lips,
Succumbing to the darkness inside;
Forever I shall hide from the light.
That hot, wet, rushing force in you
Calls to the dry, dusty wasteland in me:
Set them free. Let them bleed.
You only exist to feed!
“I long for but one kiss, my sweet.”
Breathe that breath of life in me,
Let me feel: the rise and fall of your chest,
that incessant beating in your breast!
My throat catches fire.
I’m overcome by desire.
Tonight you can run, but
I swear you cannot hide.
Your blood shall fall before
the sunrise, for tonight
you are mine.
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