Blood Soaked Serenades

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If scars were stars
I could paint the sky in infinite twilight
As long as you held me in your arms
I wouldn't care if I died tonight

My body trembles
At the graze of your hand
My heart remembers
What you will never understand

But that doesn't matter now
Nothing ever will
Lay me gently down
Drink of my cup that you have filled

I clawed up your back
You already knew
That I had the knack

What more
Could a girl ask for?
Blood soaked serenades
Its not only my heart that you invade

My blossomed rose
Engorged in red
Shifting our pose
To the beat of the dead

I scream, I sigh
The world swirls and shatters
It falls to pieces
But doesn't seem to matter

My wounds look like strawberries
But taste even sweeter
You lap at them until starry eyed
Then collapse, never wanting to leave her

I wonder if you'll hold me
Until our heart beats cease
I wonder if you hunger for me
And that I can be your feast

The sound of your breath
Lulls me to sleep
The beat of your heart
Makes you mine to keep

If scars were stars
I could paint the sky in infinite twilight
As long as you held me in your arms
I wouldn't care if I died tonight

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