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Carve it in my skin

Girl it tastes like sin

iíll sink my teeth into you
you drip your blood on me
so close your eyes
surrender

just like the zombies play
iíll lay you in the crypts
puncture
i feed off you

if the house is quiet
hear the floor boards squeak
pass the alcohol
slip into everything you

spread
those apples for bobbing
slip those seeds right in
we know your hills have eyes

take that knife
and chase me down the street
be my nightmares
and make them you

let the hair stand up
on the back of your neck
you havenít felt this scared in years

because iím wearing you

morbid shadow in the pale moonlight
vanish vixen
superstition that will steal my sight
your the devil
or a corpse in the Tuesday mist
the macabre
as the bodies piled in the ditch
poltergeist
princess blood
gonna fill that grave
tarantula
itís really terrible
the way we behave
scream in the coffin
itís been months since i let you out
it makes me warm and fuzzy when you scream and shout
apparition
i think i made you up inside my head
your voice is so real cause i never go to bed
samael
Written by samael (Zaroff poetry)
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