My soul runs deep,
still,
chaotic turmoil,
Imperceptible.

Depth gives meaning, 
meaning strength,
strength . . .
anguish.

Can you live for me? 
Dying, the great cliche.
Any idiot can die
but,
Can you live, truly?

Kneel at my dark altar,
revel in the blood of my sins,
Adore me above all else.
Shall I be your every breath?

Live for me.
Who would though?
Queen of Perdition, 
You make a worthy catch.

Gaze into the abyss of me,
tell the world of my sins,
won't you...
Run, I'm dangerous.

Don't riddle me but Voldemort,
For I am surely Death,
Destroyer of Hearts.

Would you live for me?
Let me become your world,
I'll take my fill,
Dark Oblivion, greedy and abhorrent.

i can't love you.

What would you do with the key to hell?
Priestess of my altar,
Come let's worship death.
Sip on my grisly delights,
There will be no return,
the jailer jailed.
Bare your neck my Queen,
Submit your life to me.

I'll taste the darkness of your heart,
rich,
red,
ruined.
Would you die for me?