4 January 2013
Lying on the fireplace, Heart stopped Blood stopped Still. Sated on the red chaise long, You have had your fill.
Scratch marks on my pale thighs, Eyes with lust and red, Sheets all torn about the place, Didn't make it to the bed.
Blood and blood And blood And blood There's nothing here that's good.
Blood And Lust • Opuss № I