Nymphomania

One more lie behind those ebony eyes
One more kiss from those vulnerable lips
Love and passion throughout the night
Cold and bleak there’s not a single light

My cluttered mind became clear for once
A dreadful question remained alive
How would I escape the hands of lust
If to the widower I’d be clutched

As the vampire licks my innocent neck
With its red saliva that slowly drips down
Indeed I could feel he craves for more
Pity for me as my life he tore

This time I won’t shed even a single tear
I’m trying to be strong and not insincere
The wound you gave me is now a scar
But that won’t stop me from going too far.


[originally composed:November 26, 08]

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