Dressed as a whore
Dressed as your bride
Usurping holy matrimony
Outer love
Inner sin
Combustion at the core
Bow your head
Feel the cord
She licks your eyes
Before they burst
Break your neck
Gasp for air
She climaxes and sighs
In your face
Gorge of war
Valley of defeat
Absorbing poison of the scum
Carnal lust
Spineless soul
Explosion of the heart
She cuts your throat
Rips your tongue
Tracheal
Cunnilingus
Squirts of blood
Lubricate
She climaxes and scrapes
Off your face
I call you my sisters of the night
Succubi in mortal form arise
Become the black swan in random lifes
And drown this rotten world n blood and vice
You feel the skin, the dream is real
Her frozen lips, the pain is real
Now don't give up and join the dance
She wastes no time
on the suicidal
on the invertebrate
on the malingerer
on the impotent
I call you my sisters of the night
To drown this rotten world n blood and vice
She puts your head at her chest
The beats unsync
She inhales your final breath
Then marches on
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