Vampire, by Lovely Subscribe to rss feed for Lovely

Lights dim so low,
Candles struggling to provide light,
Air so sweet of burnt cinamon,
Swiflty sifting through the harsh air,
together, one undead,
standing alone, with eachothers presence,
lingering pleasure upon one bite,
rush of pure damned soul,
placed upon one tongue,
tensing up, a change of direction,
from heaven, sharp drop to hell,
pulsing wrong through viens,
riping the soul like threads,
tearing like bloodly paper, 
a soaked heart dried,
broken heart forever harboured,
no turning back, no return to life
no forgivness of your sins
a life eternal, forever sin
closed from all life
one kiss of immortal death.
Posted: 2007-12-10 02:47:02 UTC

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