The Sweetest Lies.

I stare at the blood on my finger,
And lick it before it cools,
As I cut I whisper the sweetest lies,
But you know you're being abused.

When your body starts to fight,
I'll hold you until you're calm,
Hot breath on the back of your neck,
I'd never do you harm.

Your bruises heal my hurt,
I'm giving you my all,
And as I bite down on your flesh,
I wonder whos name you're going to call.