Such a cold lover you are,
Your lips taste like snow.
You have dropped your jar of hearts,
The one you keep with yourself to show.
I’ve searched for mine, it’s been bleeding out,
I had to put gauze around it.
..And now my Wedding dress is drenched in blood,
But I will carry my heart.
Such a brave man you are,
That night you fought with a bunch of spirits…all by yourself,
They came for me later,
I spread out my wings and flew away
They had taken your throne, here have mine,
I do not need it anymore.
They say I’ll be doomed, if I’m already not,
Go easy with the vain attempts, they hurt a lot.
Leisure, leisure I pleaded,
I ought to gather courage…enough to speak up,
Refrain, hold that thought, and raise your voice,
A strong urge for abnegation,
Tonight I’m walking down the aisle of hell,
The cold shrieking of my Mother-
“Stop this riot, you serve us!”
“..But I’ve been in love with the Demon, he’s been my Lover”