The blade of magic
She seats and breaths
She is magic
She smiles and closes her eyes
She is magic
She takes the blade to her
She is magic
She loves the taste of blood
Red is her skin, black her magic
Crimson lips made of magic
And as magic none believe she exist
She takes the blade to her
The magic break her skin
The pleasure awake her need
The magic
She cries red tears from her skin
Because the magic had made them free
The craving for one more drink
The magic of the need
Her tongue is red
Her lips tinted red
Her skin is red
Her blade drips red
Her blade drips magic
The blade of magic
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