Carmilla...

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In the depths of a distorted vision of a castle
You are there, so beautiful, an adorned corpse...
Men ignore the sensual smell of blood,
Ignore the way to kiss-the meaning of caress...
Now let me apply your blood-like red lipstick,
So you can become more beautiful and worthy of sacrifice-
In the room where floats the burned smell of roses,
'til the end bury me emotionally with your passing-
For you remain buried in physical.
Somewhere a recorder repeats the same cord,
Buried under roses' corpses which died hundreds years ago.
My love,
Lying in a stone coffin, a smell of putrefaction floating,
You are the queen of the night!
Closing your ember eyes,
I feel your fingers on my neck,
Like an obnoxious toy,
you make the paralysis go on.
What hunger you have...
Put your arms around my back and let your tongue slip on my nape
Hold me tight 'til your venomous teeth make me lose consciousness...
Let my blood surge,
Into your frail shoulders.
While you thrust your red nails into my back,
Your tongue embracing my neck,
The sweet poison of roses penetrates all of my body.
"......Carmilla......"

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