Playing the cure you held my hands in cold delight
as thoughts of black played from my eyes, Sensation,
rolling off you're skin with steady ecstasy,

Up my arms you swayed like a child with fire,
careful not to rip this ugly flayed, tender body,

Those arms now wrapped around my back, beautiful silk like lips pressed against my sickly face,
a fragile glass skeleton,
Soon to be another notch in my belt of melancholy i imagined,
only in self absorbed regret for masking this lie, taunting you're elegy in every stroke,
****** away my freakish nature, cold, still so cold.

With a midnight veil setting upon us,
it was time to begin our graceful sin,

We danced a dance only the outcast and lonely can
and from beauty to beast you whispered to me, the taboo tango, the taboo tango.