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| These tattered curtians of her Somehow complete me When she wears her skin that way It gives off the scent of demons A crippling rose allure She'll put speckles of white light in the sky Erratic but arranged to her eye Put down your palette my dear Rest your brushes and lay with me Even if for just a moment I've been wanting to tell you Wanting to show you I've had another dream And I don't think they'll stop Tattered hair flails Like the torn flags of a spanish galleon An abandoned vessel of ghosts You complete the circuitry of my veins This vile formula of meat and bone Those obsidian eyes Go so well with your embrace My pretty little sadist Lips sewn tightly shut Blood contrasting so well with your skin Like it had always belonged Your body says more than your words ever could |