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CRIMSON LIPS OF DEATH - FOR DEVLIN
Her scarlet lips sucking, eagerly, on severed veins
Outlining the facts between predator and prey
An icon of Christ, the crucifix and rusted nails
I fall into her arms for a beautiful Hell
Kiss me with crimson lips
Kiss me with crimson lips of death
And drink from my wasted flesh
I feel the reaper’s caress
Lost within the cold eclipse
Smothered in your deathly kiss
And pull me down
Into an winter burial
Goblets lined beneath candles filling with dark red wine
Draining virgins strung high dying less than divine
I sup from betwixt her breast like a new dead babe
Cradle me with cruelty, I am her willing slave
Kiss me with crimson lips
Kiss me with crimson lips of death
And drink from my wasted flesh
I feel the reaper’s caress
Lost within the cold eclipse
Smothered in your deathly kiss
And pull me down
Into an winter burial
Dance for me beneath the full moon light
Like a wraith within the darkest night
I remember the epitaph
Scribed on her tomb
I remember the epitaph
Scribed
On
Her
TOMB
THESE WORDS ECHO SO GRIMLY
DEMONS INSIDE THE GRAVE
ARE CLAWING AT THE DIRT
BREAKING THROUGH THE SOIL AGAIN
Kiss me with crimson lips
Kiss me with crimson lips of death
And drink from my wasted flesh
I feel the reaper’s caress
Lost within the cold eclipse
Smothered in your deathly kiss
And pull me down
Into an winter burial
Dance for me beneath the full moon light
Like a wraith within the darkest night
(c) 2017 Frank Green
For My Dearest Devil-Lyn. I know how you love a good vampire tale
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