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Ephemera

From You, Messenger of Hell

Don't close your eyes tonight
I want to be there with you
I've missed you all this time
And I've desired your body

Your lips and your hips
Your everything, Messenger of Hell
You're my everything, Angel of Hell

I know what you and I want
Unattainable, preserved in our past
But our hearts will always bend
If either of us are in the picture

I need you out
I'll never have you out
Or if I could have a moment with you
Alone from the outside world
I'd accept that, too

I'll accept anything from you
A kiss or your lovely body
Anything from you, Messenger of Hell