Tears of blood are falling tonight,
On my wooden table,
To tell you why I'm cursed by sorrow,
I am neither brave nor able...
My little radiant dark angel,
Your green eyes gleaming in the night
And I relish a touch of your lips
In my dammed soul I feel delight.,
Dammed by your overwhelming sweetness,
Blessed by eternal and opaque darkness,
Cursed by my demonic lust,
Being misled to heaven by your emerald green eyes
To Tanja
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