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!!