Fatal Romance

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Blood drips from my sharpened blade,
In the silence of the night, where fears pervade,
Lifeless maid beneath my gaze,
Her crimson canvas, my twisted parade.
There's something in the art of death,
A passion stirring with each breath,
Primal lust that can't be tamed,
A wicked hunger, never named.
Savoring the scent of her blood,
Tasting flesh, once pure and good,
Power surging with each kill,
A thrill only the wicked feel.
Savoring the art of death,
Where pleasure merges with each breath,
In the gory, grim domain,
Where wicked desires freely reign.
Her eyes meet the abyss's stare,
In my arms, a final prayer,
Dancing in the shadows deep,
Where darkness holds, and secrets keep.
Let the blood and flesh guide my way,
In the darkness, where I'll forever stay,
Bound to the gory, bound to the grim,
In the seductive, sexy sin.
So let the darkness take its hold,
In the gory tales forever told,
For in the end, it's what remains,
The lust, the thrill, the sexy stains.
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