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Let my consort to your undead ball be the skeletal grip of death himself,
he'll wisk me off my feet and leave a icy shiver down my spine.
You're jealous now,
you blood sucking parasite.
I faint wordlessly in his cold embrace.
His senualtiy dominates your failure,
his fluid grace makes a swan weep with shame.
He'll speak my name without a fault,
putting your fearful stuttering to shame.
You may have been a summer crush,
a fleeting emoition I can starve or choke.cvn
You'll start to tremble,
I can smell it in the air.
You'll whine and wimmper,
and those will be sweet melodies to my ears.
We can dance once,
as a final favor to you.
You shamlessly stumble,
like a clumsy new born fawn.
Your clumsyness makes me giggle,
maybe it was you shame that always drew me close.
My little faithful puppy dog,
my scrafical lamb.
You seem so human under your rotting shell,
yet you no longer glow with warmth.
I'll slip once more,
melting into the embrace of him,
and he'll give you a hodded smirk.
He's stollen me from your open affections,
will you capture me with your clumsy love?
I know it's false,
his tender words,
his promises of a happily ever after.
Yet I'll fall for him,
just as I did for you.
Unwillingly and stupidly.
We'll leave your little masked ball,
though my little death,
my sketal love.
Has always been you..