Elizabeth Bathory

So is this the way we meet?
Our lips connect to disconnect and kiss away the grief
Your fingers look like stingers and your wings are made of teeth
As you chew through the sky and try to sing the day to sleep
So bottoms up when I drop down to the ground
Let them sing the solemn licks, venom lingers on my lips
When it's time to sink or swim, I'll let it sink into my skin
Self defence mechanisms help the stress
Unless it's given when I read your lips

You'd better spell correct my little vixen
Is my copper crown polished now
This is what it's like when my top down bottom's out
Victim of her majesty, Elizabeth Bathory