Garbed in crude shadow she stands before me

Pale like supple marble, a statue of purity

Innocence even drifts from twixt her milky thighs

A scent so sickly sweet a spell of dizziness arrives

Taking away my breath I find myself upon the floor

Staring up to heaven, her pearly gates and more

Thrashed upon a bed of velvet crushed and needing air

She pounces upon her prey like a plague this passion predator



Her blank eyes stare through me, as with her lips she parts them wide

Her fangs strike deep into my core, spewing for her my life



Garbed in moistened crimson she sways above me

Inebriated by my blood she breathes debauchery

Caressing my chest with her fingers like sharpened knives

Waning from my blood loss a spell of giddiness arrives

Taking away my life I feel her lips upon my skin

I stare up to the heavens to escape her eyes of sin

Splashed upon her mouth I see the stains of scarlet gore

She rolls her head towards the skies and parts her lips for more



Her bare skin grinds upon me, as I writhe with a final rasp

I know I'll die this moment, here in pestilence's pleasant grasp



Even as she tears my throat and the room begins to turn

Upside down and insides out I can see my stomach churn

I still feel the wretched plague in my ebbing risen core

I would give anything to hold her just for a second more

And so now I've reached, the end of the line

As she rakes her cold claws down my spine

Pulling the cord, the light finally dies

Plunged into darkness yet I still feel her eyes

Through the ear-splitting silence I still hear her sighs

Close my eyes and my mind as I reach my demise

And her wicked laughter still spreads like disease

Even in death my soul will never rest in peace

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