Like burning desire, like a raging fire
Like a thirst I can never quench.
Like the sweetest wine, like an uncrossed line
Like a wall around my bed.
These cages have keys, so come crawl on your knees
Into my dark little world
You love me, you say, yet still I will pray
That your love will one day grow old.
Buckets of Blood Community Member 
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