A secluded spot out of sight, to keep your mortals eyes from fright
the sacred ground embedded with bone, torn for the flesh of thine own
the ground en-gored with guilt, I've torn down what i built
I've been told that my heart, happens to be the darkest form of art, the sacred ground takes my face out of a frown, the embedded bone making it feel more like home
the wind caring the scarlet smell, of her blood spouting like a well
my body begging for haste, to feel the sugar sweet taste
upon rose petal lips she says my name, her hips sway with a wild energy that can't be tame
the wavering urge building to taste, feels like my controls being erased
don't try to use, when our bodies are in a fuse
then the sacred ground will be home, when its filled with my embedded bone
