MAKE SENSE??
I hold your beating heart
In my hand
My bloody hand
I look down
At your beautiful breast
Now ripped open
With no heart
What am I doing?
I ask myself
As I bite your heart
And blood
Sweet hot blood
Runs down my chin
I wonder why I eat your heart
I look over
Your naked body
Such a sensuous body
So perfect
So lush
Why must I eat your heart?
To make love to you?
It don’t make sense
But then I think
Nothing does
As I kiss your dead lips
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