The soul yearned for your blood again,
I locked it up behind my rib cage as if is a thirsty Dracula.
And you Thea, the deity of light
and I Erebus the deity of shadows
can't sway on the same floor again.
I know swaying on old song makes you feel alive, but me swaying again on the same old song would spread black wings out of my back blowing away your smile to the depth of darkness with no return.
Your blood was and still a garden of freedom to what I hold captive, but it's starts withering away.
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