I
reached out on a cold, vicious morning
Sprawling sepia skies disguise your presence creeping -
You bit the hand that feeds, the fangs sink deep but cut so keen;
Assassination of life's colour, Sucking my Love's sweet blood sugar.
So
beguiling, so rich the rapture -
Ideology is a Vampire!
Delights in the Bite, Swift as desire's supple Flight!
Mephistopheles
screamed and endured your ferocious feeding;
Your curling, surly smile, a life so strangled left seeping;
You picked him clean, bones brightly bleached and liver slowly
creamed;
Conjugations of colour, Licking my Love's jugular!
So
beguiling, so rich the rapture -
Ideology is a Vampire!
Delights in the Bite, Swift as Desire's supple Flight!
So
beguiling, so rich the rapture -
Ideology is a Vampire!
Delights in the Bite, Swift as Desire's supple Flight!
Oh
you slick sinner…
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