Crimson Tipped Thorns

She sits alone under the darkening clouds
Crimson tipped thorns in her hand
The bushes around her muffle the sounds
Of her feet shifting the sand

Lacerations mar her porcelain skin
Vampiric fever again
To feed the parasite addicted to her
Feel the want and love the sin

I can still remember the touch of your breath
I will drain your life and bring upon your death

Loneliness pours into her so labored heart
She begs me for my grave touch
So she dreads the day that we finally part
Know one day you’ll miss me much

Vita tua est in minibus meis
Sentire sanguis in manibus meis

Fool moon fill the sky as I whisper her name
She sighs while in my arms
An audience, the trees watch as we entwine
Give into the deadly harm

I can still remember the touch of your breath
I will drain your life and bring upon your death

I’m a man of the night and I’m here for her
Just when desire burns
The crimson tipped thorns keep her fresh for me
As she starts to turn

Vita tua est in minibus meis
Sentire sanguis in manibus meis