BLOODSUCKING KISSING 
(Blood has its own taste too...) 
 [bad word] .. 
The sound of the wind lets see silent presence of every thing. 
Wary steps of drawing near, decisive silence, restless breath... 
Would-be angelhood, sucking out lifeblood drop by drop. 
Blowing cold! I feel your hand on me. Your touch is wrong. 

Blood on your arms... You won't see till bury with your own hands. 
Blood in your mouth... Tasted once you'll have no strength to stop. 

Chokehold! Warm flow you drink in wastes me. It's easier... 
To scramble out of the grave than to tear myself from your embrace. 
There's no way to hide from you, there's no sense [bad word] away. 
You retrieve me to the place where steps of hopelessness begin. Just make me dead... 

Spit blood... 
I feel your skin, I feel your hand on me. Touching to kiss... It's not like you're gonna care. 
You drown in my blood your tears and sorrow. You want more and more... Are you not blood [bad word] yet? 
Give me your hand to show you my pain somewhere... Give me one more chance to die... Take me out! 
Let carry out my desire, just mortify. Leave me alone forever! ...My desire, I let you kill. Leave me alone forever! 

Red drips, warm sweet blood streams you drink... I feel cold kiss, taste of bloodred lips... 
Chokehold, dead set to belong to you. I suffocate and you breathe... 
Goodbye, I gasp out to you. It's the time for death kiss... 

Day by day I look like increasingly my future corpse. Wounding, you suck my wounds, gore, sore. 
I could bury myself, but my hands are tied with rope. I bleed on the floor, no more hope. Red is your color.