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Vampiric luxury
written by Genocide Reaper05:01 PM 3/21/05We rest in sweet decay.
Hiding from the light of day.
Withering souls.
Much like the wilting rose.
Thorns of tenacious turmoil.
Follow in the winters footsteps.
We come to find ourselves frozen like stones.
Solid and dripping crimson traces.
Melting into malice.
Murder in the chaotic castle.
The edge digs deep into my chest.
Into the lifeless heart which is;
at rest.
Fingers slide over the test.
Pricked by the points of plight.
In this dark lair we'll arise at midnight.
To fight, bleed, feed, fuck, kill, just to.
Hear you scream.
Icy breaths upon my neck.
Skin giving way to sharp fangs.
Lust giving way to rage.
Rage giving way to pain.
Pain giving way to pleasure.
In you, I'll find the treasure.
With you I'll paint the picture.
For the God's and Devil's to see.
They shall try to condemn our actions ecstasy.
They writhe in jealousy.
We've found pleasures epitome.
Lost in complete euphoria .
As our bound victims cry in horror.
Forced to gaze upon the gruesome love.
Beautiful as the death of a dove.
Into your cove I shove.
Their silent prayers are woven.
Vain their tries of freedom.
Now I shall take what was given.
Rape it so I can mend. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by .::forbidden::. (3-21-2005 - 05:47 PM)
| Thats amaizing the kindof things I think about everyday.......... |
by Misery (3-30-2005 - 06:17 PM)
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