Garbed in crude shadow she stands before me nPale like supple marble, a statue of purity nInnocence even drifts from twixt her milky thighs nA scent so sickly sweet a spell of dizziness arrives nTaking away my breath I find myself upon the floor nStaring up to heaven, her pearly gates and more nThrashed upon a bed of velvet crushed and needing air nShe pounces upon her prey like a plague this passion predator nnHer blank eyes stare through me, as with her lips she parts them wide nHer fangs strike deep into my core, spewing for her my life nnGarbed in moistened crimson she sways above me nInebriated by my blood she breathes debauchery nCaressing my chest with her fingers like sharpened knives nWaning from my blood loss a spell of giddiness arrives nTaking away my life I feel her lips upon my skin nI stare up to the heavens to escape her eyes of sin nSplashed upon her mouth I see the stains of scarlet gore nShe rolls her head towards the skies and parts her lips for more nnHer bare skin grinds upon me, as I writhe with a final rasp nI know I’ll die this moment, here in pestilence’s pleasant grasp nnEven as she tears my throat and the room begins to turn nUpside down and insides out I can see my stomach churn nI still feel the wretched plague in my ebbing risen core nI would give anything to hold her just for a second more nAnd so now I’ve reached, the end of the line nAs she rakes her cold claws down my spine nPulling the cord, the light finally dies nPlunged into darkness yet I still feel her eyes nThrough the ear-splitting silence I still hear her sighs nClose my eyes and my mind as I reach my demise nAnd her wicked laughter still spreads like disease nEven in death my soul will never rest in peace