Its 5 a.m
How cursed is our love,
To be betrayed by the sun,
Its rise shadows your porcelain face
Into powdered darkness,
the sacred fusion of our alienated blood
your breath on my feeble neck,
seduction is such a feeble thought
for you have given me the miracle
of feeling alive again.
To live is to sacrifice,
Myself into you
I bleed with deceitful humanity
Let my blood drain into you
For eternity
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