Lead to the river Midsummer, I waved A V of black swans On with hope to the grave All through Red September With skies fire-paved I begged you appear Like a thorn for the holy ones Cold was my soul Untold was the pain I faced when you left me A rose in the rain So I swore to thy razor That never, enchained Would your dark nails of faith Be pushed through my veins again Bared on your tomb I am a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your lowliness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision sick and weak from my condition this lust, a vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission wracked with your charm I am circled like prey back in the forest where whispers persuade more sugar trails more white lady laid than pillars of salt fold to my arms hold their mesmeric sway and dance out to the moon As we did in those golden days christening stars I remember the way We were needle and spoon Mislaid in the burning hay Bared on your tomb I am a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your holiness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key six feet deep is the incision in my heart, that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision sick and weak from my condition this lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine
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