Lustful Death

Slit my throat and take me off to Paradise,
Where the snow is white and life is nice.
You are Death in my bed,
Waiting for me to give you head.

Half a silver glowing soul,
Released to blissful oblivion.
Words written in blood,
One drop of ruby red,
For every hurtful thing said,
But I honestly don't care anymore.
Nobody knows or can show the right way,
To escaping this hateful, burning day.

Escape? So why not hang by a rope,
It's arousal that helps me cope.
Using razors to sooth yearning skin,
Wanting to release the passion within.
The caress of a knife upon these veins.
There is nothing to fear,
Not with Death so near.
You're bringing me to new heights.
As I kiss my Reaper,
Melting hearts of solid ice.

Yearning, purring,
Oh where are you?
Demon... Incubus... Kindred...
Death, My beloved...
I'm wanting to be held,
To be taken by our lust.
To have you take me then and there,
No pretentious thoughts of "trust"

Suddenly again you're there,
You have to appear out of nowhere.
Feeling you so hard I moan,
You nibble my skin and watch me groan.
Shadows watch, surround and snicker,
Across bleeding thighs your tongue does flicker.
Hot sweat pours as bodies merge,
Crying, gasping, clawing, grasping,
Acute pain bringing pure pleasure.
Powerful thrusts to make me quiver,
But suddenly with cold shiver,
You leave.
I weep.
And from my wounds sweet blood does seep.

And we live to die another day

Death waits for me in my bed,
Wanting me to give you head.