I invoke him...
and he comes to me in my dreams dressed in black.
He speak in a language only I can understand.
hands are warm, his breath is hot
he is the horrible pain within my heart
my religion, my sanctuary, my church, my
my profession my exorcism...
my worship in progress
I have no other lover...
now until forever
he is magic
and when he kisses me I can taste him on my lips like an elixir
far from innocent he is pure evil, a sinners prayer...
F or him I would walk through fire for him...
I have walked through fire.
To draw him I want so bad...
I'll never have.
He drives a stake into my soul makes me bleed,
makes me whole, drinks me, devours me, intoxicates me...
hate devotion faith as beautiful as Jesus Christ
he is as brutal as the depths of hell.
In my dreams I press my mouth
agains his and I fell
heaven... horror... terror.
He looks at me with that look I call his serial killer
look like he wants to
f**k me and kill me all at the same time.
It scares me..
it turns me on, his eyes are brown his dare is intense...
powerful, maybe that's why he is so fuckin scary...
because he means it.
Sometimes he tells me he loves me as he looks at me with
Sometimes he doesn't have to.
I've never felt a man look at me with that look,
it's almost freaky...
I guess I know he could never really chop off my hands, or could he? .