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 profession 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 sinner's prayer... A saint's 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 fell heaven... Horror... Terror He looks at me with that look I call 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 dare is intense... Meaningful, powerful Maybe that's why he is 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 like this It's almost creepy... Uncomfortable.... Sexy I guess I know he could never really chop off my hands Or could he?