NIGHT PASSION By Rik Bertrand THE MOON HAS RISEN, MY PASSIONS DRIVEN BY THOUGHTS WITHIN YOUR HEART. THE FOG DOES GLISTEN, MY SHADOWS MISSING, DEATH HAS TORN US APART. I HUNGER FOR BLOOD, LIKE A RIVERS FLOOD, THAT HUNGERS FOR MORE LAND. AND IF I COULD, I SURELY WOULD, DEVOUR YOUR LOVE AS PLANNED. THE NIGHT IS COLD, MY SOUL IS BOLD, AS IT SEARCHES FOR ITS PREY. MY LIFE’S BEEN SOLD, BUT LOVE WILL HOLD IF I CAN LAST UNTIL THE DAY. HELP ME DEAR, ITS YOU I FEAR THAT I SHALL HARM THIS COLD DARK NIGHT. SO IF YOU CARE, PLEASE BEWARE, UNTIL THE DAWN TURNS FIERY BRIGHT. MY PASSIONS FLOW, AND AS IT GROWS I LUST FOR YOUR DESIRES. RED HOT COALS, EVERYONE KNOWS COME FROM THE DEVILS FIRES. KILL ME NOW, I WILL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO IT SO I DON’T RETURN. THE WEATHERS FOUL, DEATH IS NOW ON THE MANTLE IN AN URN. ©REB (SEPTEMBER 2008) I desire you… I desire your blood……feed me
Posted on: Fri, 31 Jan 2014 11:30:27 +0000
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