Jul 5, 2016
From lechery we’re bred.
May this grave be our bed!
No satin linen for the sinner
To the worms we’ll be dinner
In your light I’m ever drawn.
This moth, depravity, shall only spawn.
Thy pale skin will be the gown
Of thorns I’ll make you a crown.
As darkness always tries to cover light,
Oblivion will marry us tonight!
Once again innocence failed -
Within carnality we’re truly unveiled.
I’ll feast on your body but I came for your soul;
And maybe with you I’d finally be whole.
The taste your nectar keeps me alive,
My pestilent bites cause you to thrive.
This dance is macabre yet is so sweet;
For evermore thy heart shall lost its beat.
Death follows dead, and thus we’re reborn;
But never again should we see the morn.
SH
