The ghosts of our sins came calling again Leading us on and pulling us in Promising pleasures intended to maim Feeding our flesh slices of shame Bleeding out secrets laden with guilt Inflicting atonement for all the blood spilt Scars hidden on canvas adorn and reveal Exposing our truth through lies of steel Condemned by desires so dark and unspoken Salvation delivered albeit a token Martyrs of suffering crucified in silence Eternally marking our kingdoms with violence Expressions of rage fade into rapture Confessions of crimson ensuring our capture Sadists of selves we wont offer repentance Slaves to the blade our skin is our sentence Your velvet abyss ingests my morality Cadaverous flesh infused with vitality Succumbing to sin Im coming to tempt Enslaving your body in wishes you dreamt Accosting and raping your will to resist Advances so lewd you prey they persist I nourish your needs and feed your desire With crimson caresses and scarlet fire The wrath of my touch excites and inflames A bleeding inferno of torturous games Seducing your skin you surrender control I feast on your pain and devour your soul Collecting your screams on a bed made of tears My savage aggression swallows your fears Exploiting arousal the end draws near You die in my arms as the blood runs clear
Posted on: Tue, 28 Oct 2014 12:27:32 +0000
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