Friday, May 8, 2009Nymphetamine - COF.
Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above onto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find the right slot for your sacred key

Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To Her alone in full submission


Fold to my arms
Hold their mesmeric sway
And dance her to the moon
As we did in those golden days

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