Twisted

 

Your Flesh as pure as winter snow

I drag my hands against your skin

To see if you possess a soul

I pine for you with bloody lips

Your breath upon me cold and damp

I lose your grip as I inhale

The mist your breath creates

Cold sweeps down though my lungs

Like ice your hands reach for my waist

My bloody lips lay damp

I just catch sight of your bright eyes

A screaming, piercing stare

I try to fight but I succumb

Your lips sweep down to meet my own

The iron taste now shared

My blood runs on your parted lips

I breathe my last through your kiss

I am no longer my own

You take my breath

You take my heart

You take my mind

You've made me a bloody animal

My flesh as pure as winter snow

You drag your hands across my skin

To see I still possess a soul

You pine for me with bloody lips

My breath upon your chest

Is mist that's cold and damp

Cold fills our lungs when we both breathe

We try to fight but we succumb.

 

I lie there alone in the woods filled with snow

With drops of blood showing how you left

I stay alone with dripping lips

Slowly feeling nothing more

I try to fight but I succumb

I pine for you with bloody lips

She took you away

They took you from me

I fall in the snow

Listening, listening for your breath

I hear your footsteps

You lift my freezing body off the ground

Our skin as pure as a wedding dress

You kiss my frozen lips

I try to fight but I succumb

We leave the darkness of blood dripped stains

With bloody lips

With finality

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