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Captivated by your darkest deed,

A fixation with death

Gained by every last breath.

I’m longing for this blade to cut

And drench your lips; warm with need.

So such this wound dry, and if you want it,

I’ll cry.

Screams of delight are keeping you going.

Oh, that look in your eyes, keeps this blood flowing.

Just rip and just pull

Just bite; I want more.

Claw and deface

I’m in hell; burning wings.

Leaving markings so when you’re gone I can trace back to places where the pleasure begins.