A final goodbye.
She clings to the night
She runs through the wood,
You wish she would see you,
If only she could.
No heart to possess,
But your mind she’ll undress.
Her breath on the wind
Her eyes in the star
Her soul in the dark
She travels so far.
Time has no meaning for her
Her magic she can stir.
She flies through the air,
Free as a bird without any care.
She’ll make her mark upon your heart
Before she makes you fall apart.
An image of grace
Her purple eyes you find so strange.
Her ebony hair and pale skin
Rosy lips your tongue slides in
Her heaving breasts and slender waist
She takes her time moves to your pace.
You feel her passion and her pain
Yet she will love you again and again.
When she feels your soul break free
She’ll suck you dry
You’ll let it be
Though you feel yourself die.
It’s your life she wants
Your soul she needs
Though you give her your seed.
She will never die
And her eyes will never cry
On through the ages she will pass
As cold as glass
Taking what she feels
It’s life and souls she steals.
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