Every little thing that comes by me
Ramble though my own devoured mind and fade away
And the pain dissipates as the lust grows deeper
In the flesh I had so wilfully preserved
The light you had shun in my eyes would had killed me
If it wasn’t for the blindfold I carried and had swayed
Towards the shaking grounds, towards the steeper
Parts of our desires, A red whisper that was unheard….
Would you have died for me
Would you have died for a taste of me
A piece of me
My own sexuality?
Stuttering and trying to realise
What had happened to your splendours
Touch of the fallen angel, touch of my own
Scattering your beliefs as you see me coming
Pathetic attempt to reach ecstasy and for you I rose
Above the moments we had shared amongst the rumours
Armed with the sin of your dying gods, had they shown
You the way to pleasure with me we’ d still be living
Would you have died for me
Would you have died for a taste of my reality
Lust of me
Everything coming out of me?
Would you have died for me
My love, my hate, my nothing at all
Would you have died for me
For my desire, my fire, my all
Would you have died for me
Would you have died in me
Would you have died with me…