Morbid Lover Poem by Satan's Sibling
Morbid Lover
Black and Red lies,
Swallowed by the shadows,
A refreshing bath of darkness,
Drowning you,
In your own fears and sorrows,
Pity is long since gone,
As you hear the final song,
Morbid lover,
Caressing your neck,
As blood dribbels from the slit in it,
Morbid lover,
Since been dead,
And has no price to pay,
Fear is irrational,
Letting it control you is even more so,
But hiding it is rational.
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