Hallowed
And the consecrated wine was sweet Drunk from the hollow of your throat Not metallic and sharp like the Blood from your neck
We took turns Pouring, drinking, rendering flesh Efforts to devour all the love given Enflame the lust, salt the wounds
Touch the flame, branding our flesh You are mine; I am yours; eternity is ours Torrid winds and wicked moons Hell to pay with trinkets stolen from heaven
This place is not for the faint of heart Ours was not a love story written in ink It was written in blood and made hallow By our pain and suffering
Our solemn vows were not whispered But carved into our flesh for life We cling tightly to one another Because the world will never understand.
