Everynight the questions pour out
Of my bloody broken, bottle
and travel with me as i lay with pale white skin
falling asleep on the crimson soaked bed sheets
a suducing silence within

Falling deeper into a black velvet darkness
that awaits to hold me, touch me, kiss me
And my lips are longing to be kissed
by the one who captured my soul

I let him, my sweet death, fall into me
and i let my worries fade away
his hands caress my skin
as im waiting for the pleasure to begin
His gray lips leave his hearts disire upon my neck
and his lust for me grows
The warmth starts to leave my body
As I prick my finger from the thorn of the gray rose
laid before me
next to him
Death, my lover, beckons me
and i follow, beneath the cloudy starlight covers