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What empty love does to a bleeding heart... |
Glare at me while I wait with closed eyes, Feeling your thin fingers draw my neck. And while your placid lips linger on mine I begin my siren song - deep in the throat - Gentle--gentle I amuse your neck with my glittering blade. Gentle--gentle This blade, cold as your heart, follows My grazing fingers down your spine. To where shall I introduce this new pain, Which will hurt as I have by your hands? Slow-so-slowly I will show you how to love pain as I have. Slow-so-slowly Your icy fingers entwine my hair, Your lips rest on the pulse of my neck, And your burning breath siezes my ear. "Kill me and you will lose yourself," Quietly "I have yet fallen for the wiles of you, seductress." Quietly Now your jaundiced eyes search mine For some sign of repentance of this vendetta. You feel the passion of my blade overflowing, Your hand tightens on my side, oh the pain! -Overflow- Your blood relies on nothing to hold it -Overflow- Deed done, -overflowed- I lay you to rest - Stealing back my blade -- my heart Stealing back your blood -- your life With which I paint my haunting eyes Deadly-so-deadly The love of fearing hearts impassioned Deadly-so-deadly |