my eyes are crimson red
as if the night was bloodshot dead
the hair upon my head less bright
the vision seen upon the night
the skin of mine is brownish stone
to represent the strength i own
the air i breathe is filled with souls
the spirits that besets me so
and even through this night i feel
the graves around me standing still
the mouth i have is filled with blood
as red the moon shines above
the pale skin that is in my arms
will only be safe from more harm
and as her cold lips touches mine
the taste of her is like a wine
the fire that burns between us
i fear for her is beyond lust.
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