Your pulse slows beneath my grip,
Crimson liquid drops down,
drips,
Extraction of your thoughts,
ripped,
That low beat in your chest,
it skips,
Peel away your skin,
slipped...
You called me,
you called me here,
Just a longing,
Longing to disappear,
Control is mine... You are mine,
Your eyes,
Your blood,
I drink it like wine,
A
Last
Breath
To
Caress
Your
Neck
Poison
Will
Drop
From
My
Lips
Last
Peck
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