I INVOKE HIM... and he comes to me IN MY DREAMS
DRESSED IN BLACK, HE speaks in a LANGUAGE only I can understand
His HANDS are WARM, his BREATH is HOT
He is THE HORRIBLE PAIN WITHIN MY HEART
My RELIGION, my SANCTUARY, my CHURCH, my SACRIFICE, my CONFESSION
My EXORCISM... MY WORSHIP IN PROGRESS
I have NO OTHER LOVER... NOW until FOREVER
HE IS MAGIC and when HE KISSES ME I can TASTE HIM ON MY LIPS
Like an ELIXIR
Far from INNOCENT
HE IS PURE EVIL
A SINNERS PRAYER... a SAINTS DESIRE
For him I would walk through fire
For him... I HAVE WALKED THROUGH FIRE
To draw him I WANT SO BAD... one gift I'll NEVER HAVE
He drives a STAKE INTO MY SOUL
MAKES ME BLEED, MAKES ME WHOLE
DRINKS me, DEVOURS me, INTOXICATES me...
With his LOVE, HATE, DEVOTION FAITH
As beautiful as JESUS CHRIST
He is as BRUTAL as THE DEPTHS OF HELL
In my dreams I press my mouth against his
And I feel HEAVEN... HORROR... TERROR
He look at me with that look
I call it his SERIAL KILLER LOOK
Like he wants to FUCK ME and KILL ME all at the same time
It SCARES ME.. it TURNS ME ON
HIS EYES are BROWN
HIS STARE is INTENSE... MEANINGFUL, POWERFUL
maybe that's why HE's so FUCKIN' SCARY... because HE MEANS IT
Sometimes HE TELLS ME HE LOVES ME as he looks at me with that LOOK
Sometimes HE DOESN'T HAVE TO
I've NEVER felt a MAN look at ME with THAT LOOK
It's almost CREEPY.... UNCOMFORTABLE.... SEXY
I guess I know he could never really CHOP OFF MY HANDS
Or could he?
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