I lay alone
on an island in the south
Thinking of home
where a nipple once attached to my mouth

I see a man
Gorgeous as can be
He has golden hair with purple eyes
he has a voice which soothes me

His name is Echo
He shimmers in the sun
The waves have brought him here
He's my personal cinnamon bun

We make love in the shade
I caress his tanned skin
I look over his shoulder
wondering what he's thinking
I wish to suck his blood
Every droplet should be
mine

Now he lays silent
I cannot hear him breath
He died in a struggle
He reached to far from the sea
Now his soul lies drenched
He's added my collection
I am the Queen of Bees

Now I lay quiet
Humming to myself
Slow liquid melts into my throught
As I drink the honey that's left
I watch the sun go down
The stars glisten in the sea

Now I'm alone
Untill the waves come crashing into me
They always bring something
Some kind of male meat
Now I lay here waiting
For my next treat

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