You taste my pleasure
I drink your pain.
There is no cure
For a wrecked train.
You pierce the wound
Within my veins.
I feel your blood
Turn into flames.
Your desire to be
What we can’t have.
Decides to turn
Your mind to mad.
Your thoughts drip down
Like endless rain.
You taste my pleasure
I drink your pain.
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