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NEC'ROMANCE : FORKED TONGUES AND VAMPIRIC PENS VII
Her heart beats no longer
A black stone beneath the skin
So callous and frigid
Severed from my touch
But still she dances
Nec’romances
With blood red wine
She was mine
My black rose held to her breast
With a shriek of a shutter
And a tremor and shudder
When the Countess drips from
Swollen lips, swaying hips
And she entices me
Surely crucifying
Absinthe in a syringe
Veinly tapping the dinge
Now under the dying sun
Where you rise to contend
And lick me with your forked tongue
Ink your flesh with vampiric pens
Tattooed heart left aflutter
When veins sputter for cutters
My dark Countess cuts the
Empty crux, vengeful fucks
And seduces me
Sweetly crucifying
Laudanum dreams echo
From her darkest shadow
Now under the dying sun
Where you rise to contend
And lick me with your forked tongue
Ink your flesh with vampiric pens
Now before God’s drying son
Where sheep crawl to lament
And lick me with your forked tongue
Ink your flesh with vampiric pens
Slither your vampiric tongue
Down my heaving chest
The demon’s caress
Dismembers the members
Of the order of Christ
Suckling the life
From those remembered
By the poisoned pen
Her pentagram burns tonight
Like dragon fire
Blazing desire
Vampiric and sulphuric
Cunts siphoning the dead
Ravenously drains
The dream satyric
Satanic, divine
Now under the dying sun
Where you rise to contend
And lick me with your forked tongue
Ink your flesh with vampiric pens
Now before God’s drying son
Where sheep crawl to lament
And lick me with your forked tongue
Ink your flesh with vampiric pens
Her heart beats just for me
A black stone betwixt the scar
And the stars high above
Severed from my touch
But still she dancing
Nec’romancing
My blood Countess
I possess
My black rose held to her breast
(c) 2017 Frank Green
A black stone beneath the skin
So callous and frigid
Severed from my touch
But still she dances
Nec’romances
With blood red wine
She was mine
My black rose held to her breast
With a shriek of a shutter
And a tremor and shudder
When the Countess drips from
Swollen lips, swaying hips
And she entices me
Surely crucifying
Absinthe in a syringe
Veinly tapping the dinge
Now under the dying sun
Where you rise to contend
And lick me with your forked tongue
Ink your flesh with vampiric pens
Tattooed heart left aflutter
When veins sputter for cutters
My dark Countess cuts the
Empty crux, vengeful fucks
And seduces me
Sweetly crucifying
Laudanum dreams echo
From her darkest shadow
Now under the dying sun
Where you rise to contend
And lick me with your forked tongue
Ink your flesh with vampiric pens
Now before God’s drying son
Where sheep crawl to lament
And lick me with your forked tongue
Ink your flesh with vampiric pens
Slither your vampiric tongue
Down my heaving chest
The demon’s caress
Dismembers the members
Of the order of Christ
Suckling the life
From those remembered
By the poisoned pen
Her pentagram burns tonight
Like dragon fire
Blazing desire
Vampiric and sulphuric
Cunts siphoning the dead
Ravenously drains
The dream satyric
Satanic, divine
Now under the dying sun
Where you rise to contend
And lick me with your forked tongue
Ink your flesh with vampiric pens
Now before God’s drying son
Where sheep crawl to lament
And lick me with your forked tongue
Ink your flesh with vampiric pens
Her heart beats just for me
A black stone betwixt the scar
And the stars high above
Severed from my touch
But still she dancing
Nec’romancing
My blood Countess
I possess
My black rose held to her breast
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Published 18th Jul 2017
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18th Jul 2017 1:44am
"Her pentagram burns tonight
Like dragon fire
Blazing desire
Vampiric and sulphuric
Cunts siphoning the dead
Ravenously drains
The dream satyric
Satanic, divine"
my Darkest Lord this is so fucking
darkly sexy it turned me on ;)
love Crim
Like dragon fire
Blazing desire
Vampiric and sulphuric
Cunts siphoning the dead
Ravenously drains
The dream satyric
Satanic, divine"
my Darkest Lord this is so fucking
darkly sexy it turned me on ;)
love Crim
18th Jul 2017 10:45pm
18th Jul 2017 2:06am
Hades.. the rhyme and flow are brilliant.. you use your musical experience well.. storytelling is another one your greatest strengths my brother.. this reminds me of early "King Diamond", and his earlier stuff with "Mercyful Fate.. and a touch of "Type O' Negative".. but delivered as only you can.. kick ass ink, my brother..
Dave
Dave
18th Jul 2017 10:46pm
