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With a fickle spoilt heart,
Let all purity be stained.
In the court of carnal vice,
May our bones lock in dismay.
Now all love is left behind,
We lay alone,
Drained, of all pain...

Two seated baths,
And the scent,
Of lavender,
Thick in the hot,
Summer air,
And there's blood in her hair.
We are so dead,
In our gore splattered bed sheets.

It's in the fabric,
Of every red kiss
You taste the iron on my lips,
You begin to spit and hiss,
Like you're hurting.
See that I'm burning,
How I wish this didn't have to be,
One more kiss and you'll be-

Gone,
With your eyes all turning bleary.
I know that if you asked I'd drain you empty,
But it's funny how one so sweet and charming,
Can bare themselves and beg to be polluted.

There in the stands,
Where the news is broadcasted,
I see a snap of your face,
And a year seems a day.
And we're alone,
In a castle of demons.

It's in the fabric,
Of every red kiss
You taste the iron on my lips,
You begin to spit and hiss,
Like you're hurting.
See that I'm burning,
How I wish this didn't have to be,
One more kiss and you'll be-


Gone,
With your eyes all turning bleary.
I know that if he asked you'd let him drain you empty,
But it's funny how one so sweet and charming,
Can bare themselves and beg to be polluted.

Wipe those scornful tears away,
As all trace of hope recedes.
Bound and lifeless I'll remain,
Until we're all but carrion, feed,
From the ashes of decay,
Lose our passion to dismay,
And feel,
Drained, of all pain...

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