breath of darkness
an existance painted in thriving red
a crown of ivy
and she danced...
the branches trying to catch her
with desirous, clawing dead love
and she tranced...
morbid tales fill her sarcophagus
...midnight...

a timeless crown on the neverworld duchess
dancing [bad word] to the storm
slithering from the dark of her soul
to the night of the day
bleeding in games
for tomorrow [bad word] to drown her
too long has she had this reign
and the dukes all present their gallant hands
for this, the last drain
a white bedroom lost in thought
of the serpents entwined in yesterdays labyrinth
a [bad word] spell in the cauldron red
starts to bleed a new game
for tomorrow [bad word] to bound her
but this they have always done
and she laughs at their gallant mucus hands
for their night [bad word] a white bedroom lost in thought
of the serpents entwined in yesterdays labyrinth
a [bad word] spell in cauldron red
starts to bleed a new game
starts to bleed...