Darling, how enchanting it is to be
the teeth sunk into the edge of your neck
how by your poisoned lips i come to die
with black velvet touch on the small of your back
because i love you the way death loves a rose
the way god loves building legions of ghosts
My Dear won’t you please just hold me tighter,
cling like a spectre, like shadows to your ankles
waltz with me in wine-toned lace with daggers
hidden under shredded rubied organza
through our graveyard, a ballroom in twilight
wind howling hellish odes to the light
Darling i love you the way monsters love
the pitch black spaces under hidden bed frames
i would burn down every grave, every cloud above
if only you’d stay with me, such a shame
i won’t get to die by your hand tonight
for i hear them coming, monsters looking for fright
they smell the blood of our love on the floor
My Dear, My Darling, our love is no more
