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A love letter to the grim reaper
I caught a scent of your dark aura linger
Tempting my neck to slide through your scythe lubricated by my now worthless blood
Oh dark one, how darker could it be
Should i stand at the edge of a hill
And watch her heels break as she climaxes holding tight to the last breath
Don't let the rope break
And if i lay on my back and spread wide open would you have me
Life has had it's ways with me on my knees on my back and side ways an un shared ecstasy
I want yours so i could climax into the after life an sweet escape from the wrath of life freedom defined
Tempting my neck to slide through your scythe lubricated by my now worthless blood
Oh dark one, how darker could it be
Should i stand at the edge of a hill
And watch her heels break as she climaxes holding tight to the last breath
Don't let the rope break
And if i lay on my back and spread wide open would you have me
Life has had it's ways with me on my knees on my back and side ways an un shared ecstasy
I want yours so i could climax into the after life an sweet escape from the wrath of life freedom defined
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