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by Eric Dec 16, 2017
Love, romance /
Teeth puncture flesh in mock rage.
Tonight we will flea life’s cage.
Blood drips heavy from severed veins.
Drops of crimson honey my tongue claims.
The blood of lovers, hot with passion.
We drink the others in no sane fashion.
Death looming over as we make love.
We welcome him standing there above.
Drop by drop our bodies run dry.
We lay arm in arm as we die.
Once again my Fallen Angel will fly,
And her dark prince will rule on high.