He came in late night
Only left a “I want more” in the morning
The hands all over my skin, the smell crossed the air
The whole body tremble, wishing, wanting, desiring the next assault
The night when he´ll came again
Come, HAVE A DRINK ON ME.
Late night, he came.
The body knew the sensation before he touch it
Death was close, death was what I wanted
Death was his name
Drunk with the blood of mine, Drunk with the life he took
He lay down
It was my time to assault
His eyes were closed, when my hand crossed his face
Such blessing, such pain
The blood running fast on him
Every muscle responds, Come, Come…
Have a drink on me
Exhaust me to the Death
Let nothing but a Dry Body
I anxy you every night
The whole night
Such desire, such remorse
Clothes aren´t enough. Your
fingers are not enough.
I need your fangs. Your bloody fangs
Cutting me, Raping me – Inside of me.
I feel the torment, I felt your breath when you passed away.
I ride over you. A
Nightgodness.
A Death Victim. A Sacrifice
One night you came and my body couldn´t satisfact you anymore.
Come…
One last drink
* Fotografia de Nego Miranda em sua exibição " A Eterna Solidão do Vampiro"
