*switch the mood here.
She claims only a chosen few,
Their remains are no longer alive,
To dwell in the depths of ecstasy,
Where soul's filled with lust fall to die...
Deep down inside lurks a fire of the beast,
Demoness of black blood and flesh;
A darkened soul straight down to the core,
Who has sentenced me to death.
It's the darkness that creates the illusion,
To me it's just a tomb filled with fear,
For the beast that lives inside of me
Has haunted me for years.
Screams inside took a violent turn,
In a symphony of fake smiles;
Slithering and hiding in a dormant abyss,
Succumbed by the tears I have cried.
She is a disease that knows no containment,
Controlling my soul and my head,
Countless sleepless nights of cryptic dreams;
Peace granted only to come when I'm dead.
Her passion's a wildfire that burns in the night,
Angered pain that shows no remorse.
Each breath drains the blood from the veins of the heart;
And it's turning me into a corpse.
Vengeance is all that she knows and she breathes,
She feeds on the blood in my veins.
I am weakened from her thirst for those fluids,
And it is driving me deeply insane.
Her fragrance of rotting flesh in the night,
An aurora of those who have died.
She walks on the tops of the graves in the mist,
Under the darkened black skies.
Anticipating the moment she calls to me,
To her realms of the demons flame.
She warns me that lust carries a sentence,
Filled with eternal damnation and pain.
Make no mistake about her realm,
She is the most wicked beast;
The demoness lust will take you down,
And forever your darkened heart will bleed.
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