She cares for the child as her love did mature Pleasure with herself once more in his embrace Recreated and untainted till his eyes peer the world Blinded by the fold of cloth against his face
Then comes the night and freedom of watch And the child unwrapped his eyes to the darkness The darkness with the eyes of a sad girl Desperation with her lonely scarred shell
And with delightful confusion he In turn cares for the darkness in her pain Wiping tears and making joyous times bloom Even in the worst of years as the secret is held
But the child was soon to be discovered She had found his eyes tainted by love And diffused with her tears his skin was moist Thus his body began to unravel for the loose emotion
Quickly taking the darkness by her hand She placed her own blood inside the fold Sharp stings of uneasy pleasure shot forth Steadfast are the bond now between them
This equivalent exchange of dark blood to canvas That adds this source of evil to the re-creation An inevitable mixture now with a solemn love Of darkness and innocence which she had endured