By Andrea Hamilton
Hidden realms behind your eyes
Fate awaits us, hears our cries
I see your soul, I taste your lips
Blood wine,
All mine,
Slash me with your whips
Around my wrists chains so cold
Me so fresh, you so old
I feel your flesh beneath my fingers
The scent of death still lingers
Take a walk in the moonlight
Become one with the darkness of the night
You’re evil, you’re intense
You seduce me with your presence
Take me to your sweet ecstasy
Your God-like trait
Your immortality