Alive
Alive only to bleed, a static of motion
Eyes wide shut. Blood red lipstick
Stains his pink lips
They hang on the ledges
And she draws a little blood
But it tastes so good
His wings soft as silk
And her eyes so bloodshot
Sin.
Sin against their kind.
An angel and a vampire.
Held together by time.
His tender hand runs across her jagged spine
And she moves in an orgasm
Kissing deeper everytime
And although his head dissaproves
His heart cant help but stare
Her eyes grow small, as his stay fixated
Each of their insides burning
From the sin they have created
His skin is so tender, his wings so soft
Her bones are so hard, her feelings so lost
Laying in eachothers arms
Sucking blood.
Building hearts.
In their reflection, they have no flaws
But we would never see it that way
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