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[05 Mar 2005|07:45pm] |
Craving
I feel the sickness growing in my sin,
It stings me like needles beneath my skin.
Haunting me...the beautiful face of the moon,
Wanting me...it quickly makes me swoon.
The blood...makes the fire in me burn,
Your pain and suffering I desperately yearn.
My obsession...slowly taking over me,
Your screams...will ultimately set me free.
Tearing at your flesh...to spare your life you plead,
Crying for mercy...as your heart bleeds.
I will fed your soul to the demons...devouring it slow,
Eat your insides...take you to the world below.
I leave you for death...he will take you on his own,
Salvation is no more...you will always be of the unknown.
I taste you...the life that flows red,
The blood...it becomes sour when you are dead.
Not draining you...let you lay there to die,
I leave you there cold...to the night I fly.
I go sleep in my darkness...wait for the next night,
Wait for the next craving...and then hunt for my next bite.
I taste you...the life that
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