I am corruption, and she is the example of innocence
Her skin is soft hand cool as it runs over my forehead
"It's a fever" she says "please hang in there, please..."
her sweet voice  lingers in the mind of this body
into the mind but there is goes unheard
the twisted imagination.  oh how she does not know
the dancing bodies I have played with
piece by piece have I played with them
drained they laid bloodless I hungered to know their secrets
A sticky warmth is felt across my lips, her blood.
Eyes open I see her crying
The bodies had a dark secret
She was the cost...
Torn in two between excitement and and horror
"I'm sorry" she whispers
Pulling the blade from her chest.
I am corruption, and she is innocence.