One wing black, and one wing white,
A soul as dark as pitch black night,
One eye blue, and one eye red,
Your heart half innocent, half dead.
Your tears as pure as holy water,
your blood as poisoning as absinthe,
I feel the venom in my veins,
And this is where it all begins.
I want to drink your innocence,
and feast from flesh so pure,
The lust in me is suicidal,
As bittersweet as you are.
I want to feel your burning skin,
your dead cold eyes that rests upon me,
I want to kill the Saint inside you,
And set the Demon free.
