I approach your bruised figure,
Pale in the hazy moonlight,
Gripped by a longing to reach out
And caress your tender spirit,
Cold in the icy half-light
Of death’s river,
I turn your face to mine
And drink of your pain
Through those pitiful pools of sorrow.
I kiss your tender scars,
Taste your life on my lips.
I’ll shield you from this black world,
Stand with my back to the darkness
And let them burn in my shadow.
Embrace my sweet cyanide,
Kiss my blade of fury,
My enchanted betrayal
Of all they understand.
All I need is your silver blade,
Your soul,
Your sanctuary,
Lay your head beside mine and take me.
Cut out my heart
And make it your own.
Take it cold and frozen and bleed.
Bleed like me.
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