Vampire
I die with poison from your mouth
Poisoning my broken heart
There is in this chest a mad will
To bleed on those poisoned lips
Into such a heart-pounding bite
In which painfully the blood fills
The red floor of your room
If I shed my blood sweetly in your mouth
It will not only be my escape
For love in me is not torture.
And yes indeed an adventure
Ah! How would it be? Ah! My God, what would it be like?
Dying in your vampire mouth
Drowsy love on your waist
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