I offer my neck to you, my vampire,
You drain me,
What Is me,
What I once was,
Now fills your stomach,
While I lie weak,
An empty doll,
Still sprawled limp across your bed,
Gazing as you grow strong,
On my blood,
On my life,
My soul is trickling out,
Through these two deep wounds,
And pouring my warmth,
Across you lips,
Filling your mouth and chilling you,
I hope it makes you sick!!!!
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