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Ringing of the naked body
when the death has entered room,
greeting me with smile and nodding
as I burn and bleed and bloom...

Sitting down on knees like fire,
he will lick my blackened thighs,
with blue eyes and slit desire
he then starts to emphasize
flowing blood inside my veins.
And his fangs scratch marble back
(like midnight sky is scratched by cranes)
and he rests them on my neck.

As we sway into the music
little piglets join the dance
and, Bach turns into Debussy
and tragedy becomes romance.