I breathe deep, the headache does not fade.
With every second I spend in my Dark Angel's arms,
With every bite of his searching teeth....
I become addicted....
Cataclysm: In my heart and in my blood.....
The desires for his ghost-like body and his painful kisses are out to destroy me.
Sometimes there is no cure except the knowing.....This may be one of those times.
And as I make shallow love to myself, I fantasize for his lurking fingers in the darkness.
I am a shadow underneath his opaque wings.
Shall I suffer eternal damnation for experiencing madness and passion with the undead......
I welcome it with open veins.
His eyes are of the purest fire, if I must burn.....I wish to burn within them
Lust into ashes. "
Lust into Ashes, Mistress Blood Thorn
