| Delicate like the petals of a rose, and just as sharp as its thorns. Twisted and secretly, yet, obviously psychotic. My loving mistress of wickedness. Bleeding dark purity upon every single particle that consist of me. I'll abide by the evil laws set in place, just to break them in two, and add something special to the deed, just for you. I know you won't cry in vain, I know that if you do, it'll be from pain, and tears of sorrow it will not be, tears of lustful joy is what I see. I'll be the shadow slithering up your legs to your back, I'll be the in one form, yet with the mind of an entire pack. Upon my chest with the knife you can hack. All over me, carve the symbols of sensual divinity, don't forget to divert your attention to crimson traces, make sure upon the wounds add a dash of salt, make sure to lick me clean. Don't worry about what the others have seen, because I know by all means, its never been anything like this. I know its not enough, so I'm going to add a lot more, so it doesn't cause a fuss. We can always keep extra company. To help feed our hungry fantasy. We don't need to bleed, sweat, and moan alone, we could put another blade to the grind stone. Though, for you, I will bring the moon and stars, the darkness so you'll feel perfectly at home. Into the sea of sins we can dive, ignoring the fools that try to pass us warnings, because we already know, from our learning that this is well worth the bleeding. The feeding. The energy. The time. The malevolent and violent effort we put into this moment. Slender and eye catching you are, like the tender flower, therefore I'll be sure to check on you every hour, to make sure you see the crazed power. In and out of euphoria, into the heart of paradise we'll go, even if it means our demise. |
