Baby i am sorry what-ever i did to make you break...
You had just called me that night when i ask you...
As she bite in, the crimson river flowed
soothing her in every way. pain and pleasure ran...
In my land of make believe where: The moon is...
The soft touch of his lips against mine
a warmth fills me...
Smiling and forgetting my pain,
only drinking your sweet blood from your veins...
It is my fantasy
For it to be you and me...
He gave her a kiss.. before he let her end his...
even though she was dieing...
Her scent is floral
She smells like the greatest sin...
Dark red blood pouring from the sky
The laugh of the Dark Angel; the Heavens cry...
Floating in darkness,
everything black...
This was not your time
This was not your place...