автор: io

come near, dig deep into my soul
be brave, with passion, have no fear
smell the blood sticking on your hands
take my heart, hold it tight, my dear
just feel the beating getting slower
and watch my skin loosing its color
then cut my vains to drink the power
with which i taste you every time
and gently burning, full of heat
take my last breath with your kiss.
for death can be a beautiful desire
if only you could be my murderer...