Slipped into a trance
Slowly unwinding the nerves
And on holy days we danced
Always proclaiming what the future reserved
I could not praise your lust
As much as this red desire
Knelt down before your trust
And I was yours to conquer
Satin words slipping under my clothing
Velvet lies slowly obstructing my eyes
One god, one man, one night for the remembering
Along with the obsession that derives
From your steady hands
From your decaying mind
I am not your tool of wrath
I am not your excuse to be blind
Towards the blood running down
My aggravated body…I see no light
When you’re standing above my own
Twisted and revisited version of what’s right
Shadows whispering, as I’m whimpering
The sorrow you transfused into me
Vengeance is never the option left for the taking
Slay me suddenly…
Jaded you were and now I’m fading
Into your orgy of blasphemous dreams
All the long, I was but that justification that would be binding
Your sick dimensions that had no release…
I choked on my own strings
Puppet of your imagination
Spoiled within these bedroom sheets
Make your victim your passion…
Paint me red
Scatter your remnants of love on me
Paint me red
As desires will eat you entirely
Paint me red
As you’ll tear out my stitches
Paint me red
Like the lust that never reaches
Paint me red
Give me what I never wanted
I am dismantled, unwanted…
Paint me red
Drowning in your hatred
Paint me red
Paint me dead
Paint me dead
Paint me dead….
L’amour qui ne vient pas
Est l’amour qui ne tue pas…