Dead Girl
My
angel,
My
dark lover,
Wounding
me with your velvet touch,
Coming
to me with twilight.
So
dark, so swift,
Staining
my lips with crimson kisses,
Burning
me with your passion.
My
body lies open to your touch,
Expressing
feelings only I can comprehend,
With
a sigh I wait for you.
Your
lips carving invisible trails on my body,
Leaving
scarlet rivers in your wake,
Mingling
your pleasure with my pain.
With
a smile of scorn you wound me,
Turning
me aside in your haste,
Ripping
open my soul,
Taking
the softest parts,
Turning
them to hard steel and stone.
At
dawn you leave me,
A
broken relic of passion,
A
plaything of a selfish child.
And
each dusk I wait for you,
Coming
again like a shadow,
Cursing
and wanting you in my lust,
Always
awaiting my demon lover.
