Shadow
07-30-2006, 01:01 AM
I see the words she writes, penned in blood and lipstick around her bedroom walls...
Feindish songs of pain and desire, and the darkness that it calls....
With mirrors draped in black, her longing dark and deep, screams to her, calls to her, yet only comes to her while she's asleep..
Sunlight breaks the hold her demon lover owns,
sadden he is gone. the pain she feels , killing her, is etched apon the bone...
She feels no lust without him, her body set on fire, when she dreams the darkened dreams..he brings his love to her , a wicked funerial pyre....
Each nite she hurries, longing to her sleep,
wanting love and pain, wants to feel the touch of him, a plaything of his torture,
Her body gently weeps............
shadow
Feindish songs of pain and desire, and the darkness that it calls....
With mirrors draped in black, her longing dark and deep, screams to her, calls to her, yet only comes to her while she's asleep..
Sunlight breaks the hold her demon lover owns,
sadden he is gone. the pain she feels , killing her, is etched apon the bone...
She feels no lust without him, her body set on fire, when she dreams the darkened dreams..he brings his love to her , a wicked funerial pyre....
Each nite she hurries, longing to her sleep,
wanting love and pain, wants to feel the touch of him, a plaything of his torture,
Her body gently weeps............
shadow