My body, the cell
I tally my days on the walls
The evil won’t die

I made the monster
That I attempt to expel
In ritual hate

I was taught to be docile
I was taught to be soft
I was taught to be quiet
I was taught to be clean

I was taught to be pure
I was taught to be pristine
I was taught to be love
I was taught to be sweet

And when the cotton began to creep
In with a red that thickly began to seep
The one above never appeared
But my innocence was sheared

And when I am finally without blemish
I am praised for being skittish
And when the  fated time arrives
My innocence is sacrificed, I can’t survive.

I was raised to be innocent
I was raised to be weak
I was raised to be silent
I was raised to be gory

I was raised to be ******
I was raised to be dumb
I was raised to be hated
I was raised to be hurt

And when the knife is raised
Your name is cried and praised
While I’m blinded my arms are bound
On the altar of my suffering, god is found.

I know nothing of my past life.
I know nothing of the next one.
But I know the inexplicable way
that I am drawn to your laugh
like I have heard it a million times before.

You are familiar in the most unknown ways.

So, the only logical conclusion that I can draw,
is that our souls are the same two
bound together since the beginning.

Matter cannot be created or destroyed,
so we are stardust under each other's hands.

Kiss me like a silent film
Where the emotion lies therein the act
No words to cheapen the softness
And the dreamlike candles don’t flicker

Bite my neck and take that which gives me life,
That it may sustain you and warm your heart
Pierce my skin, feel the tenderness waiting below
Love is the cruelest contentment of all

You know you hold a power in your pen
The sharp end slices into the page
And warm, blood red ink spills from indents
As words spill from adolescent rage

Sign your name on a contract that binds
When the four you’ve chosen are so young
Flip your hair to the side while your sacrifice(s)
Left to their own devices, brandish their tongues

You wear your heart on your pelvis and the wings around the muscle
Protect your interests like a cage of hollow bone and skin
The devil can smile and brimstone brings warmth, but you muffle
The wails of the ****** who cry out and try to claw out from within

Deals with the sharp-fanged, beautiful monster prove fatal
Killing your career after it rises, his own suicide is yours too
When all are betrayed, regardless of faith, set the table
And sit with angels of revenge. Musically inclined…



Thus, I’m destined
To sell my soul, clandestine.