Behind the glass your scarlet lips
Twisted into a smile,
Satisfied you'd executed the deed
With such flamboyance and style.
Crystal raised, you made a toast
And savoured the contents like wine.
The taste of cherry syrupy blood...
Tell me, was it saccharine?
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Pink Floyd perceives it as The sordid side of life. About conflict, greed, insanity. To that I'd add it's the side that's hidden from earthly eyes.
2 comments:
Heck, if that's your blood you are talking of, isn't is supposed to be blue?
And don't worry, you are hardly the sugary sweet type so I am sure it didn't taste saccharine.
Bet the vampire in question is still gagging :P
My blood is sparkly emerald green.
Tastes like Haliborange.
But...the poem isn't about a Vampire... It's about someone taking his revenge =S
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