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After the Fall
I close my eyes, after the fall,
how I got here I don't understand.
I remember the kiss of my lover, of my savior.
I remember the cool feeling across my skin.
But now I open my eyes to find only darkness,
then close them again to avoid the emptiness.
There is no bright light, noone here to help me.
I'm all alone, just there, all by myself.
My lover is smooth and dangerous, i've known
this all along, but the feeling was something I couldn't resist.
This dangerous game has been played and lost, my
lover came out the victor, my blood rests on him,
his gleam of triumph so sweet.
My lover was cold and controling, always demanding
more, his desire wanted my blood, his lust
wanted my life.
He got what he wanted, I gave him all,
I was weak, he is strong.
I open my eyes and know hes there, holding my hand.
I look over and there he is, my blood covering him.
My lover is just as i remember, the feeling is still there.
Instead of hateing him, I thank him for this gift.
One last kiss to my skin, is all that it takes.
The blade falls from my hand, drowning.
Drowning in the pool he makes/
how I got here I don't understand.
I remember the kiss of my lover, of my savior.
I remember the cool feeling across my skin.
But now I open my eyes to find only darkness,
then close them again to avoid the emptiness.
There is no bright light, noone here to help me.
I'm all alone, just there, all by myself.
My lover is smooth and dangerous, i've known
this all along, but the feeling was something I couldn't resist.
This dangerous game has been played and lost, my
lover came out the victor, my blood rests on him,
his gleam of triumph so sweet.
My lover was cold and controling, always demanding
more, his desire wanted my blood, his lust
wanted my life.
He got what he wanted, I gave him all,
I was weak, he is strong.
I open my eyes and know hes there, holding my hand.
I look over and there he is, my blood covering him.
My lover is just as i remember, the feeling is still there.
Instead of hateing him, I thank him for this gift.
One last kiss to my skin, is all that it takes.
The blade falls from my hand, drowning.
Drowning in the pool he makes/
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