It gets so dark

Inside my night-fall.

And I can hear your throat call.

And my veins drink dead blood.

But yours, it must taste so good.

 

I need to drink your blood

From the hole in your neck.

I need to walk in your skin.

I need to breathe your breath.

 

THIS IS HOW WE DO THE DANCE OF DEATH.

 

Inside my sacrificial circle.

And think that I, despite devotion, might not truly have deserved her.

But I can't turn my eyes from the way in which she dangles.

I know these hands can open doors and find their way to strangle.

 

I can drink your blood.

I can bite your neck.

I can walk in your skin.

I can breathe your breath.

I need to drink your blood

Like a dark red wine.

I need to wear your face

On top of mine.

 

I see the night in murder-sight.

It's my right to come and bite.

The sweetest drink is those who fight

And spill on me like red lantern-light.

I need to drink your blood.

To drink your blood.

Teeth to bite your neck.

Tongue to taste your sin.

Lungs to breathe your breath.

I have to drink your blood

Like a dark red wine.

I have to wear your face

On top of mine.

 

THIS IS HOW WE DO THE DANCE OF DEATH.