Red velvet is smooth, intoxicating my lungs, a sweet poison I will taste, a lingering of sweetness.

  The palpitation of a rotten heart is stronger, more compassionate than those who seem the purest.

  The colors of the world will contort and swirl together. The salvation of Red Velvet will cause the people to salivate. We foam at the mouth.

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  Let our bodies dance in unison as we descend from the melting sky.

  Our wings, wax, falling from the wisps of heaven, plummeting to our salvation like Icarus.

  Rip my skin, flesh, and eyes away.

  Ignite my lungs ablaze.

  Salivate our death.

  Kisses of death braze us as our skulls shatter like Red Velvet's mirror.

  Red Velvet shall hide.

  Red Velvet shall tear the flesh from our melting wings.

  Red Velvet shall salivate.

  Red Velvet shall always be our grotesque salvation.