We are just vampires in the forest
Destined to loathe
I feel so immortalized in my soul
Devour me with your love
Until I'm old
And then I shall crumble into the ashes
Oh lover will you let me live
Until the morrow?
Ah those bloody doors will never open for me
I see your sorrows
And I want them dead
The moon's a howling horny pig
Trampling through the clouds as we speak
I bade my wonders upon the cheek
Sweet mama slays in the yard
As the trees bear wonderful fruit
I want my love to be a prude
Oh damseling man...where are you?
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Author:
Soul Baby (Pseudonym) (
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