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spooky table talk

on a moonlit night
in the scent of fresh blood
the clock strikes twelve

in the whispers of unrequited love
two souls collide terrifyingly
they plan to have fun until the morning light

from the bowl of flesh,
he picks up a piece and rubs it on her

he breaks her red nails
hanging in the air with his sharp teeth

the guests at a wickedly sexy party
watch this sex act sultry

with a devilish smile,
he pulls her half-cut lip apart with
his drumsticks-adorned finger and swallows it

he peels the skin from her back
and wraps it around a skeletal hand and eats it

the rest of the devils wait
to taste the rich and deep spice of this body

their hearts boil
in a cursed rhythm and flow

as dawn prepares to approaches,
the darkness born from her black hollow eyes begins to scream

the voltage of demonic sin rises
forgetting the fleeting time, he binds her in a fierce embrace

the bent legs run
madly towards the grave

this haunted romance causes
a fountain of blood to fly from her silky vagina

the still silence under the stars
reveals the fountain's myriad secrets

the lightless eyes close
and with a silent echo,
the souls disappear into the wall...