Thanatological inclinations push me from my bed
Sanguine susurrations, your blood sings to my head
My patience like thinning mercury, my tightening grip
Orgiastic flashes of wounds and dripping whips
When I’m done his blood gets drained
Leave bleak crime scenes men get insaned
His claws brandished but his body maimed
Bellied blood swims, his soul I’ve claimed
Morning I call down a storm
One last kiss I mourne
I fade away, my mist form
My fanged mouth’s immortal kiss came like an arrow, at speed ahiss
Oh this dread mouth windblown here, within coming from without
Positionally my night attack bears directionally south
Alchemisland 
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