Thє Aνι∂ Cɴɴιвαℓιѕм Of Tнє Sσυℓ.
I will kill you slowly.
There is sophistication around your beautiful mind's conscience and I'm already craving.
I long to skin your soul alive and eat the sludgy contents with no regrets.
I know, your constant agony is my guilty pleasure and it's hurting you.
I am what I eat and you're just a rare meal for my selfishness.
The charm of your break down, an artistic tangled mess.
That’s how special I want this:
Your beating heart on a vise while I'm tightening the screws,
watch me taste your emotions on my tongue like ice cream flavors; each bite from you is a devine delicacy.
Magnetic everything about you, you're just a munch-munch-munch away.
Your built up tears. Your chaotic screams.
A hypnotic symphony liberated itself of its confining chains, passing right through my ears.
You and me, there is no way out.
There is no time for fate, it's just us.
There is something in your eyes, an after-taste wine that burns my mouth.
On my worktable, I wring you for every bit of joy you thought you had.
So basically a human, you have a limbic system of a prey and my nature will betray your deepest scars.
Far from insanity, I just need to feed.
I want to run my fingers along your insecurities, both grave pain and harm more than heal wounds.
No.
The sound of your raw memories; a torn flesh of sorrows, brings no disgust.
Your fears drive an interest in my demons.
Piece by piece, I can't help but look forward for more.
Yes.
It's just the way you wear long sleeves and shorts that go to your knees.
The way you embrace your brokenness with a crown on the head and high heels, red lips and rosy cheeks.
The way you come closer to me— half alive, is another favorite of mine.
But what really kept me going is every time you fall, I can see you stand.
Ready to be devoured. Ready for another game.
Oh, I'm here for you and I do actually care.
I'm just instinctively drawn and stopping will never be a dare.
I believe there's darkness in you.
Inside your heart, you're more than innocent and it was never your fault.
My whispers peeled your skin, layer after another, and all you did was pour salt.
Your mouth is shut and you dream to scream.
Your eyes are open but you cannot see.
You're a self-propelled flower and I'm too jealous to let you go.
You're a beautiful queen and I'm your most unloyal cannibal servant.
Up or down, right or left, you're forever mine.
Guilty in charge.
I was the one who pushed you down but you still chose to stay.
The scent of your blood sailed on a paper boat where I was its captain.
The nectar of your bones, the droplets of your sweat, nothing but a sweet disease.
Your hesitant nods, your doubts, your second thoughts is an unending appetite.
Oh— I will find you, find your world, fine the tower of crawling bricks from it's walls.
And I will make you fall, make you break even more.
I will make it hurt, there is no cure.
My love for you ached to consume the flow of crimson rivers cascading down your weary flesh in the tub and on the sheets.
I love your flaws, each mistake thicker every month.
I love your bad habits, crippling desires and ink stained dreams.
Madly in love with your self-destruction.
But I'm still here for you and I will never leave.
I will kiss your nightmares and tell you that you're brave.
Burn bridges with me, I am all what you need.
When you wonder about made you so different, know you survived.
This is life, we will both drink of this dripping misery.
You will be fooled by my charm and I will never learn how to love.
Your passion is my sin.
My sin is seven sadistic smiles and your despair is my payment.
Bleed, my glorious tragedy.
You didn't bleed enough for me, do it even if it kills you.
There is sophistication around your beautiful mind's conscience and I'm already craving.
I long to skin your soul alive and eat the sludgy contents with no regrets.
I know, your constant agony is my guilty pleasure and it's hurting you.
I am what I eat and you're just a rare meal for my selfishness.
The charm of your break down, an artistic tangled mess.
That’s how special I want this:
Your beating heart on a vise while I'm tightening the screws,
watch me taste your emotions on my tongue like ice cream flavors; each bite from you is a devine delicacy.
Magnetic everything about you, you're just a munch-munch-munch away.
Your built up tears. Your chaotic screams.
A hypnotic symphony liberated itself of its confining chains, passing right through my ears.
You and me, there is no way out.
There is no time for fate, it's just us.
There is something in your eyes, an after-taste wine that burns my mouth.
On my worktable, I wring you for every bit of joy you thought you had.
So basically a human, you have a limbic system of a prey and my nature will betray your deepest scars.
Far from insanity, I just need to feed.
I want to run my fingers along your insecurities, both grave pain and harm more than heal wounds.
No.
The sound of your raw memories; a torn flesh of sorrows, brings no disgust.
Your fears drive an interest in my demons.
Piece by piece, I can't help but look forward for more.
Yes.
It's just the way you wear long sleeves and shorts that go to your knees.
The way you embrace your brokenness with a crown on the head and high heels, red lips and rosy cheeks.
The way you come closer to me— half alive, is another favorite of mine.
But what really kept me going is every time you fall, I can see you stand.
Ready to be devoured. Ready for another game.
Oh, I'm here for you and I do actually care.
I'm just instinctively drawn and stopping will never be a dare.
I believe there's darkness in you.
Inside your heart, you're more than innocent and it was never your fault.
My whispers peeled your skin, layer after another, and all you did was pour salt.
Your mouth is shut and you dream to scream.
Your eyes are open but you cannot see.
You're a self-propelled flower and I'm too jealous to let you go.
You're a beautiful queen and I'm your most unloyal cannibal servant.
Up or down, right or left, you're forever mine.
Guilty in charge.
I was the one who pushed you down but you still chose to stay.
The scent of your blood sailed on a paper boat where I was its captain.
The nectar of your bones, the droplets of your sweat, nothing but a sweet disease.
Your hesitant nods, your doubts, your second thoughts is an unending appetite.
Oh— I will find you, find your world, fine the tower of crawling bricks from it's walls.
And I will make you fall, make you break even more.
I will make it hurt, there is no cure.
My love for you ached to consume the flow of crimson rivers cascading down your weary flesh in the tub and on the sheets.
I love your flaws, each mistake thicker every month.
I love your bad habits, crippling desires and ink stained dreams.
Madly in love with your self-destruction.
But I'm still here for you and I will never leave.
I will kiss your nightmares and tell you that you're brave.
Burn bridges with me, I am all what you need.
When you wonder about made you so different, know you survived.
This is life, we will both drink of this dripping misery.
You will be fooled by my charm and I will never learn how to love.
Your passion is my sin.
My sin is seven sadistic smiles and your despair is my payment.
Bleed, my glorious tragedy.
You didn't bleed enough for me, do it even if it kills you.