I found you out here in the moonlight
your eyes as dead as the stars.
Your hands as cold as your heart
your lungs as red as your scars.
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And yet my stare remains unbroken
my brain whirs it stumbles a sin.
I’m almost certain you can hear it
saliva cascades down your chin.
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You lift a freezing, undead finger,
and hold it in front of my face.
I can feel you in my heart,
the ultimate crimson embrace.
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And when I say “in my heart”,
I am being completely sincere.
I just hope you’ve washed your hands,
you’re going to make me sick, my dear.
