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Wild Blood
(für Kerstin)
Hot blood Dark mind A knife You find You feel The joy Cold steel For play Sharp edge For thrill You long To kill You stalk The night And look For fight Cold wind That chills Bright moon Good sight Fog curls Leaves whirl No soul Mind twirls Shadow moves Slowly stumbling Just a bum Shaggy clothes Weary eyes Shaking hands Dirty hair Shuffling shoes Easy prey For your lust So you do What you must Step in front Pull the knife Snarling smile Take his life As you cut See his blood But his face Drives you mad Dark eyes Cold grin White teeth A whim Fingernails Like claws His embrace So strong Last glimpse Reveals His wound It heals His fangs Your throat Blood flows Again But this time It is yours © Chamiel |