DEAREST LOVER
I FELT IT
THE STING OF PAIN
ON VELVET
THE CRUSHED SOUL
ON LINEN
I FELT IT WANING
THINNING
THE BLOOD THAT FALLS
THE CHEST IT RISES
THE SCREAMS THAT CALL
THE FLUTTER OF EYELIDS
THE TEARS THAT RUN
DOWN THE CHEEK
LICK THE TASTE
OF SALTY SWEET
THE KNIFE THAT PIERCES
THROUGH THE CHEEK
THE BLADE A NICE
DELICATE TREAT
THE SHEETS ARE STAINED
WITH RED LIQUID PAIN
THE MOANS
THE CRIES
ALL SOUND THE SAME
THE EYES STARE ON
GAZE AND WONDER
TUGGING AND PULLING
YOU ASUNDER
MORE AND MORE
LICK THE KNIFE
AND USE THE TEETH
A PRIMAL BITE
EXHALE THE ECSTACY
HIGH LIKE A DRUG
HE KNOWS EXACTLY
WHAT THIS WAS
HE LIKED IT
HE CRIED
HE BEGGED
HE WRITHED
HE MOANED
HE DIED
HAPPY
IN MY BLOOD
SOAKED
HANDS
