It's rising...
Dreary thoughts knock at the door and I
Eagerly answer to meet the sickness head on.
As wallowing in suffering is magically
Tempting. unrelentingly quenching the lust for blood
Hear me? bloodlust leaving men in dust in my wake
Tolerate hate, to procreate with the deadly,
On sleepless nights.
Longing to liquefy lost souls innards and laugh.
Lapping or licking lichen like lacerations for the lust of blood...
Eagerly answer to meet the sickness head on.
As wallowing in suffering is magically
Tempting. unrelentingly quenching the lust for blood
Hear me? bloodlust leaving men in dust in my wake
Tolerate hate, to procreate with the deadly,
On sleepless nights.
Longing to liquefy lost souls innards and laugh.
Lapping or licking lichen like lacerations for the lust of blood...
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