Invite me to death,
Served with a platter of red blood
In my chalice cup:
The poison, sweet decadence: sweet
Plate full of my raw guts
Seasoned with your malice

Invite me to death,
Guide me by the hand to your torture room
Enclosed in closets bones in it structure
Under bed covers their hopes
Under sheets their dried blood
Under your pillow their muffled screams

Invite me to death,
Kiss my lips till I lose all sensation of them
And then you will cut my throat
The crimson staining your hands
Your creation, my beautiful end
You take a Polaroid for a memento