A stinging kiss,
Something not to be missed.
A slight pain in my neck,
He hasn't started yet.
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Butterflies, Complete panic,
A thrill of excitement.
Watching the water, pure and clear,
A feeling of wanting, drilling through my mind.
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He gave her a rose,
Beautiful, Blood red.
She held it close,
It was the last thing she had of him.
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An alluring figure lingers in the darkness,
The Sihlouette of his shape draws you in,
Captivating.
Yet you cannot put away the mence you feel flowing from his soul.
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I'll give you my razor blade kiss,
It'll cut you up inside.
You wont know what hit you,
But you'll feel so alive.
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Do you know what it's like to be scared of everything?
The fear surrounding your hope is suffocating and intimidating.
The curiosity you feel,
Is constantly knocked down by the shorowded darkness of your fear.
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You came in and changed everything.
I had friendship and security in this place,
Now it is fading away.
You’ve pulled my friends away from me,
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She lingers in the darkness,
You carefully study the shilouette of her desirable curves.
Her blood red lipstick and bleached complexion is irresistable to the human eye.
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The illict content of his mind spills though his eyes,
His innocent eyes.
She take advantage of his oblivious lust,
Sneaks him out the back.
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The smell of fresh liquor lingers on his lips,
He parts them and breathes in the pungent scent of fresh human blood.
The contretempts of his past have lead him here,
His lonely eyes mock those of his victem.
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