Creatures of the Night's Cursed Loving

Kiss me my dear
Kiss me with fearless aggression
Transcending these bloody lips
In our own graveyard lament augmentations

Entwined captivations
Oblivious to the cause of any consciousness
In the celebration of the night’s pale moon oblivion
Sacrilegious to the light of virginal seduction
In the love of a gloomy cold strangulation
As we await daylight’s heavenly delight
Laden to our hearts in the sun’s pillaged abasing

Ah, As I bite those lips
They taste as sweet as wine
Satisfaction in our own darkened divine
As the fog of the night’s spell casting epiphany
Evokes our iron maiden bedded excursions
In the inclination of our own anticipation
Of the raging exhilarations
Of the temptations that imprisons our own forsaken souls

Ah, And in the graveyard of our romance
We are in an impervious trance
Unlocking our festering craze
In the love of our black mass daze
Hung upon an orgasmic smug euphoria
Held in the altar of beastly incinerations
Tediously looming over an upside down cross
Climaxing our sins even deeper
In the cravings of a hunger
Born upon these gothic ruins
Dead in the eyes of morbid incisions
May our flesh violate the times of a blood curdled enduring

Oh, My love
Our love is a grotesque abomination
Rotting carcasses evilly designed
Creeping in the night’s impaled frustrations
Loving every moment of our own torturous lusting

Dead and Gone
Our love is forever wrong
13 black roses in the bed of our own scorn dethroning
May we forever unrest in peace

Kiss me my dear
Kiss me with fearless aggression
Transcending these bloody lips
In our own graveyard lament augmentations

We are the creatures of the night’s cursed loving



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
5/14/11