Compelling thirst
Crimson lust
The need to drain you dry
My lips pressed to your laceration
See death in my eyes
Thirsting
Drinking
Fading is your thinking
I fiend for your blood
I must have your blood
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Compelling thirst
Crimson lust
The need to drain you dry
My lips pressed to your laceration
See death in my eyes
Thirsting
Drinking
Fading is your thinking
I fiend for your blood
I must have your blood