Of Dark Blood and Fucking

Sister Midnight comes blaspheming
 Screaming in the keys of faith and fear
 Unentweining our spines twists me to kneeling
 Spilling like the moonlight on her glistering rear
 Defiled at heart
 In this perfect hell
 Under red leaves bleeding
 Over sealed chateau we fell
 To demonocracy
 Where neither Adam or Eve
 Conceived of such iniquites
 From pleasure or pain
 Or the razor's edge in between
 Thou art my seventh heaven burning
 Going down as with the sun
 Writhing like a riverfluids moves a torrent
 Bound to please
 On denierred knees
 In any wicked way
 That her whims may warrant I hang on every verb
 Every dirty word
 Interred
 In her pornoglossa
 Christlike, whipped and weak
 Painted nails driven through the meek
 Yet in obituary
 My dreams still weep
 Of dark blood and fucking thee
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 Thou art my seventh heaven burning
 Going down as with the day
 Baring lunar curvature
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 Like canvas for a lick of pain
 Writhing like a viper
 Deep inside her Eden
 Forbidden to eat
 I kiss leylines to her feet
 Then baithing wrath
 I steal a path
 Back to the fruits of her womb
 Back to the crack of her tomb
 Her roseate sliverQuivers with snuff appeal
 The torque of her hips
 Lip-syncs me in for the kill
 Tongue-tied, tightroped and spread like disease
 I drain the cup of this Miss Sire
 Her waters into wine for me
 Thou art my seventh angel squirming
 'Neath the forked tongue of the beast
 Arching toward the fabled
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 Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief
 Whilst the world outside (A wood of suicide)
 Would die for this release
 Our slow orgasmic fuses greet
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 By night and by candle
 At each other's throats
 In a slick drift of red
 Setting god's teeth on edge
 We were as wolves preying inside the fold
 Of a slaughtered lamb throw
 On a four poster bed
 Succulent succubus laid without rest
 In the dead of the night
 Succulent succubus
 In thy arms
 And thy wetness
 On glossed lips I taste
 Conspiracies, seccrecies, sorceries laced
 With thick unguent rum
 Black-rayed suns and Autumn
 Always in season for our nightfall from grace Gorge upon my seed
 Starved Persephone
 Succulent succubus succour me
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 That I might keep
 Thee with me in Hades
 Succulent succubus
 Succour me