Broken Dreams
And burnt wings
Moonlight beams
Upon bloody things
The desire within
Resting on her lips
Covered completly with sin
Slowly she dips
An ivory hand
Swirls in the pool
Words in the sand
On a night so cool
Fire in her eyes
Ice upon her skin
As the heart rate flies
So smooth like gin
Her thurst quenched
The night still young
As she looks around
Blood on her tongue
Not a whisper or sound
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