Can you hear my voice calling?

Echoing a ghostly whisper into your veins?

Can you hear my feet treading

criss crossing the blood marks of time,

the heroin tracks of lost sanity

and fast bleeding love.

The sickly drip and deadly thump against the bathroom wall,

the emotional scum that seeps inside your brain

grows and thrives on ancient days

outworn and deceased.

Would you ride me back to life?

Scar my skin with your bite marks,

your hunger to know, to feel.

Your innocence worn like a disease and burning through;

let me show you how,

let me take your body away from earthly heights into the weeping skies.

Let me bleed for you....

my soul open and heart flesh bare.

Dig deep

shovel and spade,

bury a treasure of broken promises and let me nurture it to health.

Take your lips and suck the poison from my throat

drink my life

my desire to be....

throw me down upon the lost words of forbidden discoveries

and make my body your carriage

the stairway into your own dimension.

Take the key and hold me hostage for life...

please share these filthy sheets with me tonight.