fairwells - Blood-stained Box
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Run your fingers through the scars of my soul Lay your body on top of my unending screams Kneeling in a void of my undoing The terror engulfs me Flames of desire restrict He binds my wrists with black silk ribbons He covers my mouth with hard black kisses Brings me to my knees in supplication Crucified now in unrepentant repose Macabre melodies play through his head Dancing girls on a tombstone stage Whispering lies into her pretty head Pirouttes drill into her stained hands He's drawn to her bleeding Her life force ebbs and grows around him Sanguine tears slip down her arms His grasp grows stronger His powerful hunger devours her. Her soul in an onyx, blood-stained box. | ||||||||||
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