Tell me what have we done, my dark one,
as the moon rises up to swallow the sun,
as we creep through the shadows of time and
space,
longing for the warmth of that forbidden
place.
I can hear you breathing, smell your breath,
it smells of decay; could the smell be
death?
Your soul passes through me, just like
aghost,
as you creep up on me, the one you crave the
most.
Suddenly I feel you steal away with my soul,
never again shall I be whole,
I should have known, right from the start,
I'm a slave to your love, a prisoner of your
heart.
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