We bathe in the scarlet of our sin

In our sanctuary of blood thirsty lust

Caressing the warmth of your skin

Running blades over veins till they bust

Where the moans of the hungry

Fog the windows and taint the air

Constant screams that thrill me

Discarding bodies without a care

Can you trust a soul without a cause?

With your passion the only thing that keeps me alive

Can a love so frozen survive when it thaws?

Will our lust and our blood be enough to survive?

AN: maxi this is for you (not because of the love but because it is morbid and sexy ) thank you so much for making little old me a character in your story!!